Zazajb's mad world

Title: Storm warning...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   An alien visitor has a disastrous effect on the climate... Words 2650

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, ijs, jantosparkle[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the redisourcolor  challenge #17 - Theme: Weather; dowdy, vituperate, chocolate wrapper ‘That night [x] drank the last of the [x] him/her/itself...’

 A/N1 For badly_knitted who is still weathering the storm - hang in there *hugs* xxx

Storm warning...

Ianto tutted to himself as he surveyed the array of chocolate wrappers and crisp packets littered on the desk and floor of Jack’s office. Yes they’d been up for 48 hours straight now and they were dead on their feet, pun totally intended he thought wryly, but all that sugar...

As he bent down to pick up the brightly coloured array of wrappers he was grasped firmly by the hips and a somewhat damp Captain pressed himself up against his back. Ianto straightened and turned in the embrace as Jack shook his head and droplets of icy rainwater flew everywhere.

“You’re wet, sir!” Ianto stated mildly, brushing second-hand drops from his face before pressing a quick kiss to Jack’s cold lips and slipping out of his arms to help him off with his sodden coat.

“It’s raining out there! You wanna see Owen – he looks like a drowned dog – with the expression to match..!”

“I’ll make hot chocolate...”

“With whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles..?” Slightly damp puppy dog eyes came into play, drawing an indulgent smile from the Welshman who’d already set the mugs and ingredients out in the kitchen.

“If you go and dry off...” he raised an eyebrow at the pout, “...alone! I’ll come down when I’ve done the drinks unless you think we should get everyone in the boardroom...feedback reports..?” He chuckled at the obvious slump of the older man’s shoulders.

“Yeah, boardroom...but you’re making it up to me later...” the trademark leer reappeared as the sugar high kicked back in!

Ianto glanced over his shoulder, “I’ll hold you to that promise..!” His blue eyes twinkled despite the bone aching tiredness. ‘I’ll rally the troops...five minutes?”

Jack nodded, already half down the ladder to his quarters. Five minutes later the team were assembled around the table, each looking slightly brighter as Ianto handed round large mugs of frothy hot chocolate, with the required mini marshmallows, whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles! Jack and Owen each had towels around their necks as they rubbed their hair dry.

Ianto slid into his chair as Tosh tapped on her PDA and the view-screen lit up with the rift activity matrix for the past ten days. “Okay, we first saw the pattern ten days ago and then it began to rain – relentless twenty-four hour downpour, unexplained...almost biblical in intensity...only no Ark to take shelter in.!

Coincidence? Maybe, but after the third identical spike followed by the same rain pattern and it looks like they’re definitely connected...”

Gwen took over the remote and loaded a series of more traditional weather charts. “I met with the weather forecasters at Cardiff university and they said that this particular weather didn’t belong – they were baffled as all their data completely contradicted the actual weather we’ve been getting, so...” she slid the remote back to Tosh.

 “...so Ianto and I started delving into the archives to see if there was ever anything like this before...and we found several documented unexplained periods of rain – of course, they didn’t have half as much technology at their disposal so they could just be poor forecasting...anyway, in 1902 Newport had six days of non-stop rain, 1927 it was Swansea’s turn – eight days, 1955 Cardiff had a week, plus never-seen-before tornadoes...”

“I remember that...” Jack leant forward, a gleam appearing in his blue grey eyes as he wrinkled his brow in thought, stabbing absently at his empty mug with the spoon. “We were certain it was alien initiated or through the rift but no idea how...” He met Ianto’s gaze, the smile tugging at the corners of the young man’s mouth suggesting that there was more to this than his tired brain had yet assimilated... He shook his head briefly...”no...I know there’s something else but I can’t think...I need a rooftop!”

“The summer of 1976? No rain for fifteen weeks...” Ianto’s smile widened as illumination dawned.

“Weather Vanes!” Jack smacked the table, making everyone jump. “Of course, the reverse effect...”

“Will someone please explain for those of us who don’t speak geek!” A tired Owen was always a snarky Owen!

Jack leant forward “They’re ‘weather vanes’ but no-one knows their real name – they travel the universe seeking their partner...their one true soul mate. When they find them, they bond for eternity...“

“What do they look like?” Gwen was intrigued, despite the pounding headache from too much sugar and too little sleep.

“No-one knows – that’s the problem. They’re creatures of myth and legend whose mystical love stories play out against the stars – they’re not supposed to be planet bound. I’m guessing that this one got too close to our atmosphere and was pulled in by the gravitational field...or it could’ve been injured..?” he shrugged, “pure speculation...but that’s all we’ve got so it’ll have to do!”

“But you said it’s happy stuff so why is it raining?”

“Think about the traditional Swiss weather clocks – two little people: she comes out if it’s sunny, he comes out if it rains and never the twain shall meet! The reverse effect occurs here with our elusive weather vane...she’s stuck here on earth...Cardiff...and she’s broadcasting her sorrow at the lack of – or loss of – her mate which translates in our climate as non-stop rain...”

“...so in 1976 it was the male who was stranded...” Owen nodded his understanding. “But what about the tornadoes? That wasn’t usual..?”

“No, and it was only that one time as far as I can recall. They’re said to be very sensitive creatures so I’m assuming that something was done or said to upset them so we don’t take that risk...again just speculation...now we need to find her and her missing mate or Cardiff is going to drown. Any ideas?”

 “Did you notice if there were many people about when you went looking for that weevil earlier?” Ianto looked at Owen questioningly.

“No-one stupid enough to be out in that...” Owen scoffed, “only us...even the weevils had pissed off by the time we got there...”

“But if you were broadcasting a message then surely you’d be out looking for a reply..?” Ianto pondered thoughtfully before looking at the others, “...stands to reason that sensible people will be indoors so if there’s someone out alone it might well be our missing vane...”

“Makes sense...” Tosh agreed.

“So how are we going to...oh fuck! I’ve only just got dry!” Owen hung his head as he realised they’d be going back out into the rain.

Ianto glanced at the weary faces around the table. He gathered the empty mugs and slipped out of the room. Moments later he was back with shot glasses and Jack’s decanter. Plonking it on the table, he poured five shots of the amber liquid and handed them one each. Lifting their glasses, they downed their shots, feeling the warmth of the smoke-infused whisky as it burned down their throats and settled in their bellies like tiny fires as it spread outwards.

“Good call, Ianto, now let’s go... oh and Owen, don’t think I haven’t noticed your little drinking habit these last couple of days!” He shook his head, “you drink any more of my best whisky and you buy the next bottle!” He chuckled as Owen swore profusely under his breath, reaching for his still sopping coat...

Bundled up in coats, boots, scarves and gloves they hit the streets, comm. units activated as they split up to cover as much of the city in as little time as possible. By the time they’d been out an hour they were cold, wet through and the whisky fires had long since gone out...

The few people they’d seen were quickly eliminated as potential aliens and allowed to continue rushing to their destinations. After another forty minutes when they were all numb from the waist down, Jack called everyone to return to the hub, they’d get some rest and try again tomorrow.

As he and Gwen approached the Tourist Information Office from different directions they became aware of a lone figure leaning on the railing looking out over the rain-lashed murky grey of the bay. At this distance it was hard to tell age or even gender...

“Jack...”

“I see it, Gwen. Wait where you are....”

Gwen stepped back behind the building, blinking the incessant rain out of her eyes. Jack came up behind her and they peered round the corner. The figure hadn’t moved. “Tosh, Owen, Ianto...” Jack pressed his comm. unit. “Got a potential target by the bay, get here fast as you can, use the lift and monitor...Gwen and I’ll approach it...”

Three quiet affirmatives sounded in his ear and he nodded at Gwen, offering her his arm “shall we?”

She grinned and linked her arm through his, “lovely day for a stroll by the bay..!”

As they got closer they could see it was the figure of an elderly woman, her face worn and lined. They stopped a short distance away from her and looked out over the sea. Glancing sideways through his eyelashes Jack noted that the figure hadn’t moved or noted their presence in any way. “I love watching the sea on a rainy day, don’t you?” he said conversationally.

Unusual amber eyes flickered briefly in his direction before they resumed their unseeing gaze over the water. Jack nudged Gwen and nodded briefly.

“That dowdy old woman is a weather vane?” Gwen hissed incredulously, “I thought she’d be beautiful, not an...”

“Shut up, Gwen!” Jack was furious. After his warnings earlier...

It was too late. The figure turned towards them, expression set as those amber eyes swirled dangerously, reds and golds deepening their hue until they were like molten lava... A gnarled old finger lifted to point at Gwen who was now gaping like a goldfish.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean...” she gasped as Jack pushed her behind him, standing tall to face the enraged vane.

“She meant no disrespect...she’s young and has much to learn of the old ways...” he offered, spreading his arms in a gesture of openness.

The vane eyed him thoughtfully before crooking her finger and Jack was thrown aside to land in a breathless heap in a deep puddle. Gwen froze as the finger pointed at her once more. She saw the spark in the old woman’s eyes and dived sideways as a burst of energy shot from the extended finger, passing over her head to hit a young couple as they hurried through the rain, heads bent forward. The blast hit them and they disintegrated instantly, nothing to show they’d ever been there.

“Oh fuck!” Owen’s voice in their ears confirmed the others had been watching from inside the hub.

Gwen stood and faced the old woman. “I’m so very sorry...” she whispered, “and those people didn’t deserve to die so if you have to kill me I won’t resist...”

“Gwen...” Jack watched helplessly as the vane approached and stopped inches from the Welshwoman’s face. Gwen flinched but stood her ground. The old woman lifted her finger, pointing it at Gwen’s heart.

A tear trickled down Gwen’s face and she closed her eyes, mouthing her husband’s name. With her eyes shut she missed the damping down of the fire in the vane’s own eyes as they returned to their previous amber colour. The finger moved to track the tear, Gwen jumping when it touched her face, her eyes flying open.

“You have love...always stay true to him...” the voice was soft and mesmerising and filled the air around them. The old woman moved back and raised her arms over her head, spinning round, faster and faster until she was a blur, finally forming a tornado-type funnel that lifted off the ground and retreated up unto the sky until it closed in on itself and was gone. Moments later the rain stopped.

For a second or two there was silence, before the yells of the team sounded over their comm. units. Jack strode over to fold Gwen into a hug as the others piled out of the Tourist Information door to join them, relief on their faces.

They stared up at the sky, watching as it cleared little by little. “Is it gone?” Owen wondered aloud.

Tosh tapped her PDA. “I think so – those weather patterns have completely dispersed and we’re back to the forecast again...looks like rain tonight!” She smiled, “okay, cloudy, but dry!”

Jack ushered them all back inside. “Tosh, run a full check please, track everything until it vanished, Owen sort out towels and dry clothes for everyone, Ianto, coffee all round please...” he paused, “Gwen, my office...now” he added, the anger barely contained.

The others exchanged glances and hurried to their assigned tasks as Jack slammed his office door.

“What the fuck were you doing out there? And just what part of don’t upset them did you not understand? You realise that because of you two innocent people are dead..?”

Down on the main level they could hear Jack’s voice rising as Gwen was well and truly vituperated into the middle of next week. Owen handed a towel to Tosh as Ianto descended the stairs to join them, a laden tray in his hands. He put it on top of the files by Tosh’s workstation and accepted a towel from the medic as Jack’s door flew open and Gwen ran out, sobbing hard.

Jack followed her out, a mix of hurt and fury on his face. He watched as she snatched up her bag and stumbled towards the roller door.

“And Gwen...I meant every word, got that?”

She paused and nodded before the door clunked shut behind her. The others looked at each other and then up at their Captain who rubbed his hand wearily across his face. “I told her I’d retcon her back to the seventies if she pulled a stunt like that again and she’s to find out who that couple were, tell their families and arrange a suitable memorial...” He sighed. “Tosh, Owen, get yourselves home soon as, Ianto...” a tiny smile flickered across his face, “I could really use that coffee now...and a towel!” He shook his head and water flew everywhere.

Ianto grinned, picked up their coffee and draped a second towel around his neck, heading up the stairs. The office door closed behind him. Jack took the tray, placed it on the desk and pulled the Welshman into his arms as he buried his face into the young man’s neck to immerse himself in everything that was Ianto. Ianto’s arms closed around him and held him tightly.

They remained motionless for long minutes until the cold seeping through their soaked clothing forced them apart. As Ianto began stripping off his clothes, Jack sloshed some whisky in their coffee, swirling the remaining amber liquid around in the decanter before setting it back down.  He joined Ianto in removing his clothes and they picked up their mugs and climbed down the ladder. Moments later they were pressed up against each other in the shower as the steaming water cascaded down on them, sharing gentle kisses as the warmth penetrated their cold bodies.

Drying each other carefully they slid into bed and snuggled up, kissing softly as they fell into an exhausted sleep. Later that night Jack drank the last of the whisky himself before returning to the warm arms of his Welshman to kiss him into oblivion as they shared the lingering rich smoky flavour of the drink on Jack’s tongue and the temperature in the bunker rose...

End   

Title: Burnt offerings...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   A long night and Jack cooks... Words 2690

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, ijs, jantosparkle[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the redisourcolor  challenge #14 - Theme: Kitchen; condign, expel, shower gel ‘Look a map of Cardiff. Isn’t it brilliant?’

 A/N1 This is for ianto_love_jack  and choccy_grl  Happy Birthday ladies xxx

Burnt offerings

The roller door siren blared to admit Gwen, Tosh and Owen, all looking bright eyed and bushy tailed...unlike the weary and unusually crumpled Welshman who was currently leant against an equally dishevelled Captain as they sipped from their mugs of extra strong blend.

“Morning!” Gwen chirped breezily, “good night?”

“Fantastic!” Ianto deadpanned “...half a dozen weevils, a Blowfish and our crop circle friends are back...we’ve spent the last six hours retconning the farmers, workers and a pack of cubs out doing their camping badge...”

“Ooh, I love looking at the crop circles..!” Tosh skipped happily to her computer and logged on. “Look, an eagle...wow, that’s clever...and I love this wheels and cogs kind of thing – so intricate...”

Jack and Ianto looked at each other and couldn’t help grinning – it wasn’t often they got to see Tosh like this! They chuckled as she squealed in delight “Look, a map of Cardiff, isn’t it brilliant? That’s my favourite so far...” Gwen grinned and went to join her, the two women discussing the numerous different patterns enthusiastically.

Owen muttered something under his breath and stomped down to autopsy, his brief good spirits evaporating rapidly. He clanged around and banged drawers moodily, the actions drawing further smiles from the two weary men. Jack tightened his grip around Ianto’s waist as the young man went to move away, “stay...” he mumbled into his neck, the warmth of his breath sending delicious shivers down the Welshman’s spine.

“I need to make the coffee Jack...” he turned in the embrace and brushed their lips together lightly. “You go to your office and I’ll bring you a fresh mug, it might ...” His words were cut off as Jack captured his mouth in a sweet and tender kiss that grew progressively hotter as tongues swept each other’s mouths and desire reawakened tired bodies. Jack’s free hand settled in the small of Ianto’s back, pressing him closer as Ianto’s tangled in his Captain’s hair and they lost themselves in the moment...just them, right here, right now...

“Oi, go get a room! I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” They sprang apart, panting, as Owen glared at them. “What with giggling females talking bloody crop circles and the boss snogging the tea boy all over the place..!” he stomped off back to autopsy and crashed a few more unfortunate bits of equipment around.

“I believe Owen’s feeling left out...he’s got no-one to play with!” Ianto murmured into Jack’s ear.

“I’ll go snog him too if you like?” Jack offered...”joke!” he said hastily at the frown on Ianto’s face. “Why don’t you go an make our delightful medic a lovely cup of decaf...he’s clearly far too wound up for the real thing...”

Ianto grinned and moved regretfully from the warmth of Jack’s body. He smiled at Gwen and Tosh, still immersed in their discussions over the different patterns currently scattered over Cardiff and the surrounding area.

By the time he’d made the coffee and plated up the Danish pastries that Gwen had brought in, the ladies had settled to work at their own computers. They smiled their thanks as he handed them their drinks and resumed working.

“At last!” was Owen’s attempt at a thank you and Ianto was doubly pleased he’d gone for the decaf. Any more snark from the acerbic medic and he’d be on the instant!

“You’re welcome!” he remarked, smothering the snort of laughter as Owen wrapped his fingers around his Gremlins mug and inhaled deeply, muttering about really needing his caffeine fix. He retreated gracefully up the stairs and headed to Jack’s office where his Captain was attempting to do some paperwork.

Jack pushed the file aside and held out his hand. Placing their mugs on the coasters and dumping the tray on the floor, Ianto allowed himself to be tugged onto the older man’s lap where they rested weary heads together. Ianto felt his eyes closing and snuggled closer into Jack’s warm and comforting body, a tiny smile curving the corners of his mouth as Jack’s fingers threaded gently through his hair.

Both were almost asleep when the rift alarm blared out, dragging them back to harsh reality. Sighing heavily they headed down to Tosh’s workstation. “Strange bits of metal raining from the sky in Bute Park, a jogger’s been hit on the head with one piece, emergency services are en route...looks like something’s broken up in the atmosphere...”

“Okay, containment exercise. We’ll need to assess the spread, Owen get on to Ambulance HQ and tell them we’re nearer, Gwen, liaise with the Police – we might need them to cordon off the park, lots of retcon and hopefully no alien bodies to go with it!”

Grabbing their gear quickly, they hurried off to the SUV. Ianto suppressed a yawn as he pulled the hand held scanner out of the glove box. It was going to be a very long day...

Four hours later, they had about a third of what Jack said was an Arteiren freighter, gathered up from across the park. Fortunately, the rest – and any bodies – had burned up in the atmosphere, the jogger had been treated for a gash on his head, lightly retconned and sent home. The media had the story of a downed weather drone and the team were headed back to the hub.

Ianto dealt with the mangled metal before staggering wearily into the kitchen to make the coffee, industrial strength for everyone, even Owen! He rubbed his hands over his eyes and took a deep breath, willing his aching legs to carry him down the stairs without too many tremors. The gratitude in his colleagues’ eyes more than made up for their lack of words as they hurried to complete the cover-up story, reports and updated their data-bases.

Taking the tray and the last two mugs up to Jack’s office, Ianto yawned widely and rolled his shoulders in an attempt to ease the dull ache that had settled throughout his body. He slumped into the chair and managed a grin at Jack’s pout when his offer of his lap was rejected. “I’d be asleep in two minutes Jack, and we’ve still got work to do...real work!” he amended hastily as a flicker of desire lit in the other man’s eyes.

Jack chuckled quietly and allowed the Welshman to drink his coffee unmolested before hauling him to his feet and steering him gently towards the hole in the floor that led down to his bunker. “You are going to lie down...no...that’s an order – we’ve been up all night and you need to get some rest...”

At the bottom of the ladder he removed the young man’s jacket and waistcoat, hanging them over the back of the chair, then undid the perfect knot of silk at his throat and the top three buttons. Shoes were slipped from his feet and he was propelled towards the tiny bunk. Ianto looked at him, all resistance had gone and now he just wanted to sleep, “stay a bit, please?”

Jack smiled and removed his boots, sliding onto the bed to wrap Ianto into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss into his hair, “now sleep...” Minutes later the slow breathing and heavy warmth of Ianto’s body against his confirmed the young man was sound asleep, exhausted from their busy night. Jack smiled and closed his eyes. He wouldn’t sleep but it was restful just laying here with his arms full of his beloved Welshman.

Moving carefully to avoid waking the sleeping man, Jack climbed off the bed and gazed down at him. Ianto looked so young and innocent in sleep and a rush of emotion washed over him, an emotion Jack recognised as love... Ianto made him complete, gave him a reason for living and he loved him totally.

He brushed a kiss over the young man’s temple and laced up his boots before returning to his office where he tackled some of the mountain of paper on his desk. After an hour, he’d had enough, grabbed his coat and, after a brief conversation with Tosh, left the hub.

Ianto yawned and stretched, somewhat surprised to find himself still clothed and alone in Jack’s bunk.  After retrieving his waistcoat, jacket and shoes, he climbed up the ladder into Jack’s deserted office. A brief glance at his watch told him he’d been asleep for a little over three hours and he had to admit he felt better for the rest.

Tosh looked up, smiling, from her workstation. “Feeling better?”

“Yep, much thank you. Where is everyone?”

“Gwen and Owen are out on a supply run – coffee and cake, Jack left a couple of hours ago, said he’d see you at home...” her eyes twinkled fondly at her friend at the soft expression that lit up his face at her words.

“...at home? He said those exact words?” he blushed, knowing he sounded like an excited teenager after her first kiss!

“Those precise, exact words... I take it things are going well?”

Ianto smiled, his eyes sparkling as he spoke of the man he loved with every fibre of his being “it’s early days, but yeah, seems to be... Well, I’ll be heading home then...you sure you don’t want coffee before I go?”

“Honestly, we’re fine. Yours is the best of course, but they’ll be back any minute...” She stood and hugged him, “get out of here while you can!”

Ianto hugged back and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thanks Tosh, see you tomorrow.” The roller door clunked behind him and he grinned all the way to the car and all the way home, noting absently that Jack must’ve walked as the SUV was still in its parking bay. He climbed the stairs, aimlessly humming whatever tune had been on the radio without conscious thought and a thrill of excitement shot through him as he turned his key in the lock.

A mix of delicious smells wafted out as he opened the door...Jack had been cooking... His brain shrieked an alert Jack had been cooking – in his kitchen...in their kitchen he told himself quickly...

“Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?” the sight of Jack coming out of the kitchen in one of Ianto’s Blue Gillespie t-shirts, an apron tied around his waist and a tea towel thrown casually over his shoulder took the Welshman’s breath away and he just gaped, a domestic Jack so different from the dashing hero-coated dynamic leader he was used to.

Jack grinned at him and swept him into his arms, kissing him softly. “I missed you...” he whispered when they parted. He took Ianto’s hand and led him into the kitchen. “Roast lamb in the oven with roast potatoes, parsnips and baby onions, green beans and carrots ready to boil on the hob and for dessert...” he broke off following the Welshman’s stunned gaze. “I’ve been making pastry!” he said proudly, “for a lemon meringue pie...you like that don’t you?”

Ianto nodded mutely as he took in the state of the kitchen – saucepans, dishes and mixing bowls were piled up in the sink and the kitchen table was awash with flour, as was the floor and, now he came to look closer, so was Jack adorned with a layer of fine white powder. Warning lights came on in his head as his brain caught up and he looked down at his favourite blue pinstripe, now decorated with floury hand prints.

“Say something?” Jack’s face fell as he took in Ianto’s expression.

“I’ve got flour on my suit!” Ianto frowned and then looked horrified as he realised he’d said it out loud. “Jack...” he reached out hesitantly as Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I didn’t mean...” he stuttered, “I just...”

Jack moved closer, his eyes glittering dangerously, before he picked up the surprised Welshman and dumped him bodily on the table, on top of the flour and the pastry trimmings. Ianto yelped, the noise smothered as Jack’s lips crashed onto his and he was consumed in a passionate kiss that drove all conscious thought from his head. Jack’s tongue swept purposefully through Ianto’s mouth, tangling with the young man’s before retreating to map every crevice and contour until he was a moaning mass of delirium in his Captain’s arms, his hands tangling in the older man’s hair as he melted against him.

Jack moved to slide the jacket from Ianto’s shoulders, their mouths still locked together as the kiss deepened further and desire burned in their groins. The jacket fell onto the table as Jack’s hands moved to the buttons on Ianto’s waistcoat, that item joining the jacket briefly before it fell off onto the floor. Ianto was past caring, his focus on the heat of Jack’s mouth, Jack’s tongue and Jack’s hands...

Gradually the rest of Ianto’s clothes followed until the Welshman was leant back naked on the table as Jack made love to him, wildly and passionately, and they toppled over the edge together into blissful oblivion, panting hard as they came down from their orgasmic high... Jack moved carefully from where he’d slumped over Ianto’s spent and trembling body as they became aware of the haze of smoke to the accompaniment of the acrid smell of burning.

“My pastry case!” Jack stumbled to the cooker, the action made more difficult due to the tangled mass of trousers, braces and pants around his ankles, and yanked open the oven door. The kitchen was engulfed in thick black smoke as the singed-beyond-all-recognition pastry case was removed, charred bits of silicon paper floating into the air. Jack’s expression was one of dismay and horror combined as he took in the current state of the usually pristine kitchen, glancing worriedly towards Ianto who was now sat up on the table.

For a moment he looked like he might explode, then, taking in the multitude of emotions on Jack’s face, the totally absurd sight of him with his bare arse on display, clutching the ruined pastry case in oven-gloved hands plus his own ridiculous naked and flour-strewn appearance, his anger melted away and he threw back his head and laughed.

Jack shuffled over to the sink to drop the disaster onto the draining board and opened the window in an attempt to expel the smoke, before making his way back to his still-laughing Welshman, tugging him into his arms to squeeze him tightly.

“I’m sorry about your kitchen...I’ll clear it up I promise!”

“Our kitchen...and yes, you will clean it...and you’re taking my suit to the cleaners,” he added, still breathless from laughing. “She didn’t believe me last time so you can face those all-knowing eyes and tell her whatever story you concoct – I think that’s fair and condign punishment for the chaos you’ve inflicted on me and my clothing!” Ianto chuckled, picturing the woman’s pinched expression the last time he’d had dubious stains on his trousers and shook his head, nope, not even Jack would be able to charm his way out of that one, but it’d be fun to see him try!

He hopped off the table and turned the oven off. Dinner could wait a while. Reaching out, he grabbed Jack’s hand and led him towards the bathroom, the older man kicking off his clothes as they went. They slid under the steaming spray, Jack reaching for the shower gel and scrunchie to wash his gorgeous Welshman from top to toe. Thoroughly cleansed, they sank into a tight embrace, bodies pressed close and mouths locked together as the water cascaded down on them and all memory of burnt offerings faded from their minds as they lost themselves in each other.

End

Title: And that’s how it all started...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set S2
Summary: A rift alert has all sorts of consequences... Words 3170

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time
Written for the longliveianto bingo prompt: Bodyswap

Icon and gorgeous banner by the wonderfully talented ianto_love_jack  Thank you *hugs*

X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper, jantosparkle, ijs[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N for sassysailorgirl 


 

And that’s how it all started...

Muttering in very expressive Welsh, Ianto dragged his highly aroused and indignant body from Jack’s bunk and grabbed his clothes from their various scattered locations around the room before climbing up to join his Captain at Gwen’s workstation. Jack grinned at the flushed cheeks and tousled hair as the young man peered at the screen.

“Just as we were getting started..!” he pressed a light kiss to his Welshman’s temple before turning his attention back to the rift alert that had interrupted what was promising to be a monumental evening.

“D’you recognise that pattern? It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before...” Ianto frowned and tapped industriously on the keyboard as he searched through their databases for anything remotely similar. “Nothing like it in our records...”

“So, a new contact...we’d better go in prepared...” Jack said, automatically reaching for his Webley to check it, as Ianto keyed in the code for the armoury to get a Glock pistol to accompany his preferred non-lethal stun gun. They filled their pockets with fresh cans of weevil spray and a syringe of swift acting strong sedative and headed for the underground car park. Two minutes later they were en route to the child’s playground in Barry where the signal appeared to be stable...

The roads were clear - which was just as well with Jack’s usual breakneck driving, Ianto thought, hanging on tightly to the door frame as Jack hurled the SUV around corners at unbelievable speeds. Slamming the brakes on, Jack brought them to a standstill and they both peered at the hand held scanner. The signal was unchanged and seemed to be hovering over the sandpit...

Shining their torches ahead of them, they made their way over the playing field towards the enclosed children’s play apparatus. There was nothing visible although the signal still held steady. Jack nodded as Ianto motioned that he’d approach the signal so Jack could circle around to come in behind it. His heart thudding so hard he swore it was audible, Ianto crept forward, checking the scanner every step. There was no change until he stepped into the sand pit.

In a flash of blue light that cracked like rifle shot, a four feet high, bi-ped dinosaur-like creature that resembled a Bambiraptor launched itself at the Welshman, wings flapping frantically as its talons ripped into the soft flesh of Ianto’s chest. There was no time even to cry out as the young man hit the floor. He dropped his torch and the scanner and struggled desperately to get the stun gun within reach of the creature’s flesh as Jack emptied his entire supply of bullets into the tough hide.

With a howl as the lead rounds buried themselves into its back, the creature released its prey and vanished in another crack of blue light, leaving the air tainted with a metallic tang...

Jack leapt towards his prone lover, fear and horror washing over him as he saw the extent of the injuries. He dragged his phone from his pocket and hit #2 on his speed dial, barely registering the fact it was Tosh’s sleepy voice that answered the medic’s phone. “Tell Owen; Ianto’s seriously hurt, children’s playground, Barry...get him here...” before dropping the phone to the floor and gathering the semi-conscious young man into his arms... “Ianto...stay with me...stay with me please...” his voice an anguished whisper as he shook his beloved Welshman urgently...

Ianto’s eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, pain clouding those normally sparkling blue depths, “I’m sorry Jack...it was too quick... I’m cold...so cold...that’s bad isn’t it..?” his voice trailed away and his eyes closed again, “Jack...” the whisper was barely audible and Jack had to bend closer to catch the words, his eyes filling with tears at the faint “I love you...I’ve always loved you...have to tell you...before it’s too late...”

“Ianto...don’t....Ianto...stay with me....don’t leave me...” Dipping his head, Jack pressed his lips to Ianto’s, reaching deep inside himself to share his life force as a golden glow flickered briefly and was gone... Jack’s head swam and he blinked, dazed and confused by the sudden pain in his chest and the fact he was now lying down gazing up at...at his own face...

“Jack..?” Ianto sounded similarly confused, but reassuringly alive. “It doesn’t hurt any more...” he opened his eyes and stared down wide-eyed at his body... “Jack...what’s happening..? Jack...” He shook his own body as its eyes slid closed and it went limp in his...ok...Jack’s...arms...

“Jack...Jack...no no no no no...don’t you dare leave me Harkness...”

He sat there rocking the unresponsive body back and forth, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, his mind searching desperately for answers to impossible questions he had yet to formulate – somehow he and Jack had swapped bodies and now Jack was dead – or was he dead himself – his body was but...

He was spared further tortuous thought processes as his body tensed and drew in a huge gasp of air in a strangely familiar Jack-like way and his eyes opened again, meeting his relieved gaze from Jack’s blue grey pools. Words weren’t needed as Ianto-in-Jack’s-body crushed their mouths together in a passion and relief-laden kiss that had their heads spinning, tongues swirling until they were both light-headed and they broke apart, panting softly... and restored to their own bodies...

“What the..?” Ianto heard himself think...his synapses snapped to attention – wait! Heard himself think..? I think you’ll find that was my thought..!” Now that was most definitely Jack in his head! They stared at each other, eyes wide, mouths dropping open as they heard each other’s thoughts, so intent on the tumbling confusion whirling around they failed to hear the frantic arrival of Owen who shoved Jack bodily aside and grabbed the Welshman’s hand to check his pulse, the skin to skin contact sending a spark through both men as they blinked dizzily...

“What the fuck was that?” Owen’s emphatic curse sounded strangely muted coming out of Ianto’s mouth.

Ianto shook Owen’s head to try and shift the irritating buzzing as his thoughts grappled with the undeniable knowledge that they’d body-swapped and he still had Jack’s thoughts in his head...Jack’s rather distracting thoughts of hot kisses creeping their way down his pale neck, warm breath sending trails of goose bumps scurrying across his skin and a rush of blood to his...um...Owen’s groin...

Jack grinned wolfishly despite their bemused predicament and reached out to grab a handful of the medic’s sweatshirt, hauling him in to plant a steamy open mouthed kiss on unfamiliar lips knowing that the jolt of electricity and the instantly recognisable lightheaded sensation meant another body swap... Ianto gave in and snaked Owen’s arms around his Captain’s neck, his fingers threading lovingly through his hair as Jack continued to fill his head with provocative images, gentle moans lost against his mouth...

“Oi, put my body down – even if it is the tea boy inside! I need to know what’s going on here – you said he was seriously hurt and where’s all that blood come from? I need answers!” Ianto’s soft welsh vowels didn’t quite do the acerbic medic’s words justice, but they got the message and pulled apart, somewhat breathless, stepping away from each other to avoid any further skin contact.

“Will someone tell me what’s happening..?” Owen was getting irate now, hands tugging at Ianto’s perfectly tied red silk at his throat to pull it awry in a manner that made the Ianto, now back in Jack’s body, want to slap him or at least serve him decaf for a month!

“I think that the alien that attacked Ianto left more than torn flesh behind...it seems to be some form of electrical charge that’s activated by skin contact and is able to move consciousness from one body to another...trouble is we’ve never seen anything like it before so I have no idea how to stop it! Oh, and Ianto’s body died and came back when I was him...”

Ianto bit thoughtfully on Jack’s bottom lip “Maybe if we each touch the person who has our mind all at the same time or just all touch together..?”

Owen nodded Ianto’s head slowly, finally releasing his death-grip on the Welshman’s tie, much to the relief of its owner “...it could work and we don’t have any other fucking clues anyway! I’m game...” he held Ianto’s hand out towards his own body. Jack and Ianto looked at each other, shrugged and swapped why the hell not? messages in their heads as they reached out their host body hands...

The three sets of fingers touched and a loud crack of electricity accompanied with a vivid blue flash lit up the darkness, each man falling backwards as the intense power of the shock knocked them unconscious. Darkness closed in on them once again as they lay in the sand...

Ianto groaned and held his pounding head – it felt like he’d done ten rounds with Janet and several of her friends! Wincing at the demolition team hard at work on the inside of his skull, he struggled into a sitting position and looked down at his hands, relieved to find that they were indeed his hands – he was back in his own body. A heartfelt moan echoed in his head alongside the drilling and hammering and he turned to look at his Captain. Jack was still unconscious so the mind link was obviously still active and the quiet questioning Ianto..? confirmed his suspicions as moments later the prone figure moved painfully to sit up. They reached for each other...stop! Ianto sent, recalling the skin to skin transfer when Owen had tried to take his pulse...

Oh...yeah, right! Good call... How’s Owen?

They turned to see the medic’s eyes opening, the grimace on his face more than confirmed the presence of an equally painful headache. “Fuck! I’ve got the hangover from hell! What were we drinking?” Owen muttered a few more choice profanities under his breath as he, too, struggled to sit up. The three of them looked at each other warily.

“How are you feeling?” Owen stretched towards Ianto as the doctor in him reasserted itself, before swiftly withdrawing his hand as the Welshman jerked himself out of reach.

“Don’t touch me!” he growled, his hand automatically reaching to adjust his tie, frowning when he found it mangled out of its usual perfect shape.

Jack moved his head carefully from side to side in an attempt to ease the cramped muscles in his neck. “Right, we need to get back to the hub...find out what happened here and if it’s permanent... No-one touch each other...” he added rather unnecessarily as each man resumed the perpendicular and shoved their hands into their pockets before stumbling across the grass towards the two vehicles in the distance.

Owen slid into his car and nodded approvingly as Ianto got into the back seat of the SUV and Jack climbed into the driver’s seat. “Good! See you at the hub then, Tosh’s already there...” he blushed at their raised eyebrows and the grin that flashed across both faces. “Yeah, we’re...”

“We know, Owen..!” Jack chuckled despite the pain in his head, “Should I feel bad that I kissed you...and with tongue?”

“Just...just don’t go there!” Owen spluttered as Ianto grinned, his quiet chuckle echoing in Jack’s head. Slamming his car door so hard it made them all cringe, Owen set off at speed with the SUV following in his wake...

Tosh was waiting for them down in autopsy, scanners and monitors at the ready. She’d put non-conductive gloves on as a precaution and handed each man a pair as they greeted her.

Scanning each of their heads, Owen found slightly elevated levels of adrenalin and dopamine, but nothing unexpected for the kind of experiences they’d just been through and declared it safe for them to take their gloves off. He pointed at the table and looked at Ianto.

“Now, tea boy!”

Ianto had been edging towards the stairs with the intention of making a swift escape to the kitchen, the need for caffeine growing stronger by the second.

“Do I have to?” he sent into Jack’s mind, realising with surprise that it felt totally natural to have access to the other man’s thoughts...

“You do!” Jack smiled softly, “we need...I need...to make sure that you’re okay...you did die out there, remember?” He streamed the golden kiss memory into the young man’s head, drawing a delicious flush over his cheek that didn’t go unnoticed by the medic.

“Okay, what’s going on – why’s tea boy glowing like a Belisha Beacon? What don’t I know?”

“You want the long list or the condensed version?” Ianto deadpanned as he slid reluctantly onto the table. Tosh stifled a giggle as Owen frowned and she moved to stand by his side so she could see the readings on the monitor.

“Ha-bloody-ha!” Owen snarked. “Now spill..!”

“I can hear Jack’s thoughts and he can hear mine...ever since my body died when Jack was in it...” the blush deepened as Jack streamed a rather energetic session with Ianto bent over his desk into his head...

“I don’t want to know the details, thank you” he glared at Jack, “and you, stop harassing my patient!”  He pointed to the stairs, “behave or leave!”

Jack grinned again and leant against the dresser. “I’ll behave...promise...” as the medic’s eyes narrowed at him before turning back to examine the readings on the scanner. “Oh fuck!” Owen’s jaw dropped and Tosh looked at Ianto with a stunned expression on her beautiful face...

Ianto sat up, “what’s wrong with me?” gripping Jack’s hand tightly as his Captain leapt to his side and the two men looked anxiously at their doctor.

Despite the inappropriateness of the moment Owen couldn’t resist...”you want the long list..! Sorry...okay, when you died, what did you feel?”

“Nothing...I wasn’t in my body...but watching it was just like Jack when he comes back...”

“Are you ready to be the immortal tea boy?” he nodded seriously and tugged the monitor closer, “see, these readings are Ianto’s I’ve just scanned...these are Jack’s from his last physical...the chronon levels are identical...”

Frantic thoughts tumbled back and forth between the two – joy at being together for eternity mingled with shock and horror at the implications for Ianto’s family and the team....so many questions...

Owen looked from one to the other and planted his hands on his hips . “Oi, share with us – we can’t hear what you’re thinking – us lesser mortals need to have it spoken out loud!”

They turned wide, somewhat damp, eyes towards him. Ianto’s mouth opened and closed again without any sound making it past his lips. Owen could sympathise with that, it was a big shock...

“How do we know if it’s permanent?” Jack voiced Ianto’s question for him.

Owen shrugged, “I could shoot him..? What?” he looked innocently at Tosh as she smacked his arm, “we’d know if it worked...”

“Thanks, Owen, but I think I’d rather not test it quite like that!” Ianto muttered dryly. He squeezed Jack’s hand. I’m fine cariad...I just need a little time to take it in... he sent in response to Jack’s anxious presence in his head. He jumped down off the table. “’I’m going to make a coffee...I know it’s three in the morning but I need one, so, if that’s okay with you..?” he glanced at Owen who nodded, before walking gracefully up the steps and disappearing from sight.

Jack gazed after him, resisting the urge to either follow or press his mind, knowing that his young lover needed time to absorb the events of the night. He jumped as Tosh laid a gentle hand on his arm. “He’ll be okay...he’s got you and he’s got us...”

“Yeah...I know...thanks... Now it’s late...well, early actually so why don’t you two get off home and I’ll see you later...midday? Oh, and can we hold off telling Gwen until Ianto’s ready to face her barrage of questions...I’ll give her the morning off as well and we’ll see you later...” He tugged them in for a joint hug, whispering a heartfelt “thank you” before releasing them and following them up to the main workspace. Moments later the roller door clunked shut behind them.

Jack tugged his phone out of his pocked and sent a swift message to Gwen, telling her it had been a busy night so they would be sleeping in, adding a brief ‘bring pastries!’ to his instructions to stay home till midday. As he pressed send, Ianto appeared from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.  He looked calmer and smiled softly in response to Jack’s gentle questioning thoughts...I’m fine Jack...really...

They met at the raggedy old sofa and Jack took his coffee mug with one hand before sliding the other around the Welshman’s neck as he pulled him in for a tender kiss, lips soft and responsive under his. They kissed sweetly, minds swirling together without conscious thought, each losing themselves in the other until they broke apart to recharge their oxygen supply. Jack gazed into Ianto’s eyes, catching his breath at the intensity of emotion that blazed within the cobalt blue depths...Love you too...he sent, pressing a light kiss to the end of his Welshman’s cute button nose before they sank down onto the sofa and leant comfortably against each other as they drank their coffee...

Ianto looked down at the sea of faces who were following his every word with avid attention, his glance lingering on his Captain’s, smiling that just-for-Jack-smile at the man he loved so much, seeing him sat cross legged on the floor with a sound asleep two year old Ammeline curled up in his lap. Jack grinned back...yeah, she’s asleep...love how you took out all the saucy bits but kept them in for me... Ianto winked and continued his roving glance across his audience, finding another very familiar pair of blue grey eyes under a shock of dark hair and the wide grin of their six year old... He twinkled at him before spreading his arms out and declaring “...and that’s how it all started...”

The librarian walked over, joining in with the applause from the audience. “Now children, say thank you to Mr Harkness-Jones and he’s promised to come back to tell you some more stories about Captain Coat and Coffee-man next week...

End

A/N This is the first of my longliveIanto bingo card. All stories will be set in this verse and will follow the lives of Jack, Ianto and their children as well as the wonderful heroes: Captain Coat and Coffee-man

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Title: Rank has its privileges...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: A rift signature leads the team to a warehouse...Torchwood fun and frolics ensue!    Words 2050

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters – anything you recognise is owned by RTD & BBC

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper, ijs, jantosparkle[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Written for the redisourcolour challenge #11 - Theme: Costumes; tissue paper, flying, silvery ‘Agrh, somebody get this thing off me!’

A/N1 This is for too_beauty  because the last one I wrote made her cry so this is the reset button she wanted!

Rank has its privileges...

“There it is again..!” Tosh frowned and leant forward as she peered closer at her screen. Her fingers raced across her keyboard as she endeavoured to track the elusive and fleeting rift signature that had appeared at the same time every day for the past week.

Jack bounced down the stairs to stand behind her. “what ‘ya got Tosh?”

“Not sure...there’s been this signal every day at this time over the past week – at first I thought it was just a flicker in the energy flows as it was so small, but yesterday I narrowed the bandwidth and today I got this...” she pointed at the tiny specks moving haphazardly on the screen. “So, any ideas..?”

Jack leant closer, “are they airborne do you think? It’d explain the haphazard movements...”

They both stared at the swirling pattern of dots... Ianto joined them, offering them the tray with steaming mugs of his awesome coffee which they took gratefully, Jack immediately cramming a large square of his favourite chocolate brownie into his mouth from the plate on the tray.

“mmnnnn s’lovely” he mumbled with his mouth full as Ianto rolled his eyes at him.

Gwen hung up the call from Andy and came over to join them. She took her mug from the tray and added her eyes to the three sets already following the aimless movements on the screen. Ianto offered the brownie plate round again before setting the tray, with the one remaining mug, to one side and the four of them sipped their drinks and munched as Tosh began tracking the signal...

A howl of protest floated up from autopsy, “Oi! Where’s my coffee tea boy? You’d better not be snogging him while my coffee’s going cold, Harkness..!”

There was a general chuckle from the group gathered around Tosh’s workstation. Jack picked up Owen’s mug and took it to the railings that overlooked the autopsy bay. “That’s Captain Harkness to you!” he pointed out mildly, “...count the stripes..!” He held the mug out as Owen looked up from the body of the slippery eel-type creature that’d washed up in the bay the previous day.

“And I drink that how?” Owen snarked, “seeing as how I’m elbow deep in this stinking crap...” he scowled down at the rancid smelling alien corpse.

“Just open your mouth and I’ll pour it from here – a mouth as big as yours, I’m sure to get some in..!” Jack grinned as the others sniggered.

“Ha ha, very funny!” Owen grinned back, “right, fish-face here can wait...I need my caffeine.” He dragged his hands out of the creature’s innards and washed them before bounding up the steps to grab his coffee from Jack’s outstretched hand. “Why thank you Captain!”

Owen followed Jack back to Tosh’s workstation where her fingers were now flying over the keyboard as she closed in on the elusive signal. “Got it! It’s a warehouse on the Cardiff Gate Business Park in Pontprennau...owned by Aspect Television...” she looked up at Jack, “if they’re true to form we’ve got about another twelve minutes until they’re gone again...”

“Okay kids, let’s go..!”

“All of us?” Owen sounded hopeful, the chance to delay his return to stinking fish guts an enticing possibility...

Ruffling the acerbic medic’s hair as he swept past him on his way to the door, Jack nodded, “but don’t you dare complain about my driving..!”

Owen grinned and followed in the wake of the billowing coat tails. Moments later they were speeding towards the Business Park, blue lights flashing, hanging on for grim death as Jack took corners at impossible speeds... With more luck than judgement, they screeched to a halt outside a warehouse at the far end of the park. It was locked with a rusty old padlock which suggested it had been a while since anyone had been inside.

Ianto had picked the lock before Gwen had even got the alien tech out her pocket. He shrugged, “we used to sneak into the Lido when we were kids...it was easier to pick the padlock than climb over the six foot fence!”

Jack squeezed Ianto’s arse as he went past, whispering in his ear so the others couldn’t hear “nice work, but you still can’t get out of those handcuffs..!” chuckling as the blush crept over his Welshman’s cheeks.

“Tosh?”Jack glanced at the pretty tech genius as she studied her hand held scanner.

“Two minutes, forty seconds if they follow the same pattern as before...far end of the warehouse...nothing to indicate that they’re hostile...whatever they are...”

“Gwen, Owen...take the left hand side; Tosh, Ianto...go right; I’ll take the centre...everyone ready?” Four heads nodded, his team each armed with torches and side-arms... They made their way into the building, eyes widening at the rows and rows of laden clothes racks and shelving units full of props...

Moving swiftly they made their way to the end of the warehouse, Tosh indicating that the signal had shifted to the left hand side. Gwen covered Owen as he moved towards some old fashioned heavy diving suits. As he got within touching distance there was a flash of light and the complete row of suits toppled towards him, knocking him off his feet and pinning him to the floor under a pile of metal...

The lights swooped around the rest of the team’s heads, diving down amongst them only to soar up to the high vaulted ceiling where they danced before sinking back down to weave amongst them once again... They were beautiful and radiated a feeling of bliss and contentment before another sudden flash...and they were gone.

The four standing looked at each other, serene smiles on their faces...until an exasperated yell from Owen dragged them back into the here and now, “Agrh, somebody get this thing off me..!” as he struggled to move under the weight of all the diving suits.

Jack looked down at the red faced medic and laughed. “Hang in there, Owen, we’ll get you out...”

They began shifting the tangled mass of metal off the cursing doctor, “just what the fuck was that anyway?”

Jack glanced at Ianto, “you know don’t you..?” seeing the Welshman’s tiny smile.

“They’re salus flies – a bit like our fireflies, apart from the fact that salus flies spread feelings of well being and contentment along with their light... I read about them in the archives, they seem to like our atmosphere...maybe they like to be near humans..?”

Owen grunted as he was finally free of the diving suits and Jack hauled him to his feet “then what the hell were they doing in a fucking abandoned warehouse..!” Owen was clearly unimpressed...

“...maybe we should get them back here...someone could use a bit of contentment and well-being right now!” Gwen muttered under her breath as the others chuckled, wiping the smiles off their faces with difficulty as Owen glowered at them.

He stalked over to the nearest rail of clothes, “what is this place?”

“Wardrobe and Prop Store 3B...” Ianto supplied helpfully

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I know everything!” Ianto deadpanned back, “and it says so on the inventory on the wall!”

Owen rifled through the rail, pulling out a men’s complete ensemble from the 1890s era. He held it up, “I always wanted to be a gentleman...” He swung round to face Jack, the question unasked but...

Jack grinned, “I don’t think it would hurt anyone if we made sure the costumes were unharmed after their alien visitors...” he grabbed Ianto’s hand and tugged him in the direction of the military uniforms as Gwen and Tosh headed for a rail of long gowns wrapped carefully in crisp sheets of tissue paper underneath the protective plastic covers.

Tosh pulled out a slim fitting elegant gown in a flowing silvery material, “I’m trying this one...” She grinned at Gwen who’d picked out a deep red low backed frock of raw silk, nipped in tightly at the waist. “Shall we..?” The girls moved behind another row of tightly packed rails as a makeshift changing room, giggling happily.

In the far corner, hidden amongst a vast array of uniforms, Jack had an armful of happy Welshman as he kissed him tenderly, hands caressing each other’s faces softly as their tongues slow danced against a backdrop of mounting desire... They broke apart gently, lips almost touching, as they shared warm breath and enjoyed the closeness of their bodies, relishing the stolen moment...

Jack threaded his fingers through Ianto’s hair as the younger man leant against him contentedly. They both smiled as delighted shrieks floated down from the other end of the building – Owen, Tosh and Gwen were admiring each other’s choices of costume. They sighed simultaneously at Gwen’s shout...

“We’ll be out in a minute...we’re still deciding...” Jack called back, ignoring the giggling that followed Owen’s muttered comment, the only word of which they could make out was ‘shagging’ so it was fairly obvious what was being suggested...

Ianto wriggled reluctantly out of Jack’s arms, shaking his head at the pout that appeared on his Captain’s face and ignoring the very prominent bulge in his trousers. “We’re not doing that in here, Jack so you can put those ‘puppy dog eyes’ away! Now, we need to find something to wear...”

Jack mumbled under his breath and drove his hands into his pockets, Ianto barely making out the disgruntled “spoilsport...you choose then...”

He grinned to himself as he spied the perfect outfits for them on the next rail. Gathering them up, he tugged Jack back into the mass of costumes and began removing his clothes, batting Jack’s groping hand away with a sly smile “...you play nicely now and we might have to borrow these for a little light role play when we get home...” he breathed against Jack’s ear.

The result was instantaneous! The pout was gone and his Captain was smartly attired in a full RAF Group Captain’s uniform within seconds and Ianto had to admit that the effect was stunning, confirmed by the sudden southwards rush of his entire blood supply! “Now turn away while I get dressed – I don’t want you to see me until I’m completely ready...” He leant forward, his lips, pink and swollen from their kisses, brushing the older man’s ear as he purred throatily “...it’ll be worth it, I promise...”

Jack turned away obediently, grinning happily...this certainly made a nice change to the usual alien encounters, plus the enticement of some fun when the others had gone home... He adjusted his trousers carefully and forced his thoughts away from the tantalising knowledge that there was a nearly naked Welshman behind him....

Ianto smoothed down his shirt for the final time, satisfied that he was as pristine as possible. “Okay Jack, you can turn round now...”

Jack spun round and his mouth fell open. Ianto smirked at the very obvious bodily response and pushed his chest out, thrusting his medals forward.

Jack let out a low growl of want and reached forward, “c’m here gorgeous, I’m going to snog you senseless...” his eyes darkening with lust...

Ianto suppressed a grin and stepped back out of reach “I think that should be ‘I’m going to snog you senseless Sir!” He tapped his epaulettes as Jack looked puzzled, “Air Marshall, Captain...count the stripes!” as he grabbed at Jack’s shirt and hauled him forward, “now Captain, snog me senseless!”

Jack’s grin lit up the building “yes, Sir!” as he pressed their mouths together, lips soft and responsive under his own, gentle moans lost into the kiss... As the Air Marshall melted against his Captain, Ianto reflected for the briefest of moments that rank definitely had its privileges before his Captain tightened his arms around him and proceeded to kiss him into oblivion...

End

Owen’s diving suit http://www.phnx-international.com/atmospheric%20diving.htm

Title: All in a day’s work...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary:   Owen teaches Gwen about alien autopsy, Ianto gets mucky and Jack gets him clean!  Words 1230

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic , tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: the Lesson; pineapple, thermometer, studio ‘If I’d wanted to do that I’d have found someone to show me!’ Guess what – redisourcolor challenges are back check it out peeps...

A/N 1 This is for badly_knitted  H*A*P*P*Y   B*I*R*T*H*D*A*Y to a very special lady *hugs tight*

All in a day’s work...

Jack and Tosh leant on the railings looking down into autopsy where Owen was teaching Gwen, both dressed strangely in thick jumpers and bobble hats, about the fine art of alien dissection, working on the alien Jack and Ianto had brought in during the night.

“Where’d you find it?” Owen shouted up, frowning as he made the first incision into the mottled purple scaly skin and Gwen screwed her face up at the disgusting aroma that filled the air.

“Studio flat in Barry, landlord called it into the police when he went to collect the ‘rent.’ Seems this little baby is capable of shape shifting as Mr Swendall had been paid in sexual favours for several months by a buxom redhead – he was somewhat upset when we told him that he’d been shagging an alien!”

“Upset is a bit of an understatement!” Ianto joined the two at the railings, a tray of steaming coffee mugs and millionaire shortbread in his hands. “Did you tell them his right hook knocked you off your feet?”

“I wasn’t going to mention that bit..!”Jack shrugged as Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes twinkled playfully at him and the others giggled, adding ruefully “so, he caught me off balance...”

He grinned at the younger man as he took his mug off the tray and bit hugely into a piece of shortbread, scattering a myriad of crumbs everywhere. Ianto looked expressively at him as he chewed loudly, making appreciative noises. “Mmmnnn ‘s nice...”

Rolling his eyes, Ianto offered the tray to Tosh who took her Princess mug, a slice of shortbread and a plate, nudging Jack who took that to mean he should have another slice...still without a plate! Ianto gave up at that point and headed down the stairs to autopsy , blanking his mind to the sea of crumbs he knew would be falling to the floor above him...all in a day’s work... He shivered as he reached the bottom of the steps, “why’s it so cold down here?” he asked, glancing at the thermometer on the wall to see it reading a chilly thirty two degrees farenheit.

“I think this is a Feli’th...anything above freezing and they have a habit of exploding...I’ve never seen it but...”

“Right...I’ll go and check in the archives...I’m sure I’ve seen something in one of the old files...” he unloaded his tray quickly, plonking Owen’s Gremlins mug and Gwen’s Funky pineapple mug on the dresser, plus a plate with two slabs of the chocolate covered, soft toffee shortbread that Gwen loved so much and beat a hasty retreat from the icy air.

At the top of the stairs he thrust the tray at Jack, grabbed his mug and headed towards the archives. Jack grinned and reached for a third slice...

Down in autopsy, Gwen took the arrival of the coffee as an opportunity to back away from the stench and inhaled the nutty aroma from her mug gratefully, snatching a few sneaky bites from her sweet snack while Owen’s attention was fixed on the grisly innards of the Feli’th...

“Oi, get back over here! You don’t get coffee ‘till I do!” Owen was cold and grumpy and didn’t care who knew it.

Gwen shrugged and pulled on a new pair of gloves, put her mask back in place and moved back to Owen’s side. Picking up her scalpel she leant over and prodded the bulbous fluid sac that Owen was pointing at. There was a whoosh of air and the body shuddered on the table as the sac exploded and showered them and every immediate surface in vile smelling slime and bodily fluids...

“Fuck Gwen, if I’d wanted to do that I’d have found someone to show me...you were supposed to observe not stick your sodding scalpel in it!“ He glared up at Jack and Tosh who chuckled and moved away, ignoring his howls of protest as he stood and dripped on the floor.

Gwen shoved her way past him and squelched up the stairs, muttering under her breath about stinking aliens and snarky medics as she headed for the showers, leaving a trail of black slime footprints behind her. Owen swore profusely and followed her, adding a second set of footprints to the floor.

Ten minutes later, Ianto reappeared clutching a dusty old file triumphantly in his hand, the smile dying on his lips as he surveyed the floor and then the state of autopsy. He swung round to look enquiringly at Tosh.

“Gwen burst a fluid sac with her scalpel...they’ve gone for a shower...” she smiled gently, “guess they’ve left the clearing up...you want a hand?”

Ianto shook his head, “no point in us both getting covered...all in a day’s work...” he grimaced as he took a closer look before going to change into a boiler suit. By the time Owen and Gwen had returned, autopsy was gleaming again, their mugs had been removed, washed and refilled and they were able to resume their work, a muttered “Thanks tea boy” in passing from the acerbic medic the only acknowledgement of his efforts.

Ianto frowned as he clattered away with the mops and buckets, his boiler suit fit only for the incinerator... This called for decaf...he didn’t mind clearing up their accidental mess, but they could at least say a proper thank you...

He headed for the showers after glancing up at Jack’s office to see his Captain busy on the phone, sighing heavily as he resigned himself to showering alone... This was turning out to be a trying day to say the least!

 Jack watched as Ianto walked slowly away and said a hurried goodbye to Martha, running down the steps to burst into the shower room, straight into the naked arms of his Welshman who wrapped him into a tight embrace and crushed their lips together, driving his tongue into the older man’s mouth as they arched their bodies together... It was hot and hard, passion bruising lips as teeth clashed and desire swept through them, leaving them gasping as they broke for air briefly before sinking straight back into more fiery wet kisses...moaning against each other’s mouth as they ground their hips together...

Ianto stripped Jack swiftly and tugged him into the shower stall, kiss following mind-blowing kiss as they melted against each other under the steaming spray... As Jack’s mouth worked its way tantalisingly down his body, Ianto reflected that it wasn’t such a bad day after all...crumbs, slime and amazing blowjobs...all in a day’s work at Torchwood – and he wouldn’t have it any other way!

End

Title: In your arms
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none, set immediately after Countrycide S1
Summary: Nightmares of the events in the Brecon Beacons leave Ianto needing comfort.... Words 3350 Warnings: mild horror

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution, jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: scared; night, corner, raindrops ‘I’ll promise to look after you”

This is for badly_knitted ...wish I was closer... Thinking of you with love *hugs tight carefully, mindful of migraine* 

In your arms...

It was two days after the Brecon Beacons and some of his bruises were starting to turn into spectacular displays of yellow and green amongst a backdrop of black and blue, all standing out starkly against his pale skin. His cracked ribs hurt and he ached from head to foot. He moved carefully and painfully around the hub but was doggedly determined to do his job.

At least the team were now treating him as a human being rather than a leper – not that he had blamed them after...after Lisa...the dull ache reverberating in his chest was nothing to do with the cannibals... He shook his head minutely and pushed the thoughts away. Time for the final round of coffee... Slowly ascending the stairs he felt the stare fixed on his back and he glanced out the corner of his eye to find Jack watching him intently... Jack...just looking at him made his heart beat faster...

Snatches of memories from his suspension flitted across his brain – Jack holding him close as he cried, Jack kissing him softly, tenderly, soothing away the hurt, even if only temporarily...Jack looking at him like he could see right through him, deep into the confused and tortured heart of his tangled emotions...

His body cried out for Jack, to be held and kissed...and more...his rational mind wanted to hate him for killing Lisa...for ruthlessly setting Myfanwy on the woman he loved...but she wasn’t that woman - he knew that now, so it was ok not to hate him...but it was wrong to want him...like that... His Tad’s voice echoed in his head “sodding poofter had it coming...” as he read aloud a story in the local newspaper of the brutal murder of a young gay man...This kind of want was wrong...but it didn’t feel wrong...it felt right..he wanted it...wanted Jack...the battle in his head waged onwards...

With a start he came back to the present, realising that Jack was now looking concerned... He gave a tiny smile and turned back, resuming his slow climb to the kitchen. Once the coffee was brewing he leant forward against the worktop and covered his face with his hands, biting back the sobs that threatened to engulf him.

Lost in tortuous thought, self loathing and general despair, he didn’t realise the older man had come to find him until a warm hand was placed gently on his back and he jumped, grunting as red hot pain shot through him in protest at the sudden movement. He turned slowly, trying desperately to ignore his heart thudding double-time and the spikes of desire twitching in his groin...

“Hey...” Jack spoke softly, “you ok..?”

Ianto didn’t trust himself to speak, so just nodded, not meeting Jack’s eyes, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop it from trembling...

Gentle fingers tipped his chin up so he could meet the worried gaze in those endless blue grey eyes, his worldly-wise Captain seeing at a glance that all was not ok... He folded him into his arms, encouraging the young man to rest his head on his shoulder while he stroked his hair...”it’s going to be ok...I promise to look after you...” he whispered.

Ianto leant against the warmth of Jack’s body, giving in to the little voice at the back of his head and snaked his arms around the older man, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt and breathing in the scent that was uniquely Jack. He sighed deeply and pressed closer...

“Better..?”

Ianto mumbled incoherently into Jack’s shoulder, tightening his grip despite the pain in his ribs. Somehow when he was with Jack nothing else seemed to matter...he felt safe...he closed his eyes, letting the weariness wash over him...

They remained still for long minutes until Jack pulled back, gently, not wanting to hurt the young Welshman. He brushed his lips lightly over Ianto’s. “Coffee...then home – get some rest...ok...” Releasing him, he stepped back and watched as Ianto poured out the coffees, adding cream and sugar to those who needed it and placing a plate of chocolate biscuits on the tray before picking it up carefully, wincing as pain shot through him.

Jack watched him limp down the stairs then hand out the drinks and biscuits. Tosh accepted hers with a smile and quiet thanks, glancing up from her work to make eye contact, Gwen nodded her thanks, also with a small smile and Owen grunted a gruff “thanks, tea boy...” without looking at him... He was almost at the top of the steps from autopsy when Owen called out, asking about his pain levels, offering both pain relief and sleeping pills... Ianto thanked him, declining both...

Finally, he took Jack’s coffee to his office and set it down on the desk, turning and colliding with the Captain as one attempted to leave the office and the other entered at speed... Ianto gasped as his body protested wildly at the impact and he staggered into Jack’s outstretched arms... “...back again so soon..?! Not that I mind..!” he leered at him, drawing a blush across the young man’s cheeks as he attempted to wriggle away...before Jack could feel the hardness in his trousers.

“....see you tomorrow...sir...”

Back home at his flat, Ianto stood under the shower, feeling the warmth of the water soothing some of his aches and pains. He closed his eyes and ran his hands gingerly over his chest, bubbles from the shower gel disguising the welts so he could almost make believe it had never happened...he hadn’t been tenderised...hadn’t had a meat cleaver at his throat...he shuddered violently as waves of nausea ran through him, his eyes flew open in an attempt to escape the visions of horror in his mind...

Jack...think of Jack...how he’d held him and soothed him and gently bathed his wounds...how his eyes had shown a vulnerability only recently discovered...after Jasmine and the faeries...a Jack who could hurt, who could question his actions even as he knew they were the right ones...a Jack he wanted to spend more and more time with...a Jack he was falling for... His hands had settled in his groin, absently stroking, as his thoughts had turned to his Captain and he realised he was rock hard...this was starting to become a habit...as he increased the motion of his hand, gasping his release after an embarrassingly short space of time...

Sliding under his quilt he closed his eyes and was grateful when exhaustion-inspired sleep claimed him...

He was dreaming...he was back in that dingy stinking cellar, there was blood everywhere and someone was laughing-a cold hysterical laugh that filled him with terror... Tosh, he needed to save Tosh...he tried to roll over but his hands and feet were tied...he fought against the rope binding him, feeling it bite deep into his flesh, finally managing to turn round... A scream froze in his throat as he came face to face with Tosh’s severed head...it was her blood he was laying in...he’d failed...she was dead and now it was his turn...the meat cleaver swung in an arc high above him as a hand grabbed hold of his hair to pull his head back, exposing his neck...

He jerked awake, shudders of horror shaking his body and a layer of sweat beading on his skin...he could still feel the cleaver, ice cold against his neck and his fingers flew automatically to brush against the scab that had formed over the cut on his throat...

Ianto climbed out of bed on shaking legs and staggered to the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet, retching painfully as he’d eaten nothing since breakfast. He turned on the shower and stood under the warm spray, scrubbing his body roughly to rid himself of the sensation of Tosh’s blood coating his flesh... As the water ran cold he climbed out and dried himself, cleaned his teeth and dressed in his suit...his flat felt oppressive and threatening...he had to get out...so he might as well go to work...to the hub...to Jack...

It was 2:40am and Jack had just returned from a spell on the roof of the Millenium Centre to clear his head, taking in the chill of the night air as he turned his face up to feel the soft caress of gentle raindrops on his skin...he loved this planet and its eco-systems...

Now he back was in his office, reluctantly reaching for the pile of files that he’d ignored earlier... The roller door grated open and Ianto stepped in. He was pale – aside from the bruises- dark shadows under his eyes and he looked so vulnerable... Jack jumped from his chair and practically flew down to meet him, folding him into his arms and stroking his back...

“...nightmare...Tosh...too late...dead...so much blood...” his body shook uncontrollably.

Jack held him tight, whispering in his ear, soothing and calming, finally loosening his hold so he could pull back enough to press a tender kiss to the young man’s lips. Ianto tangled his hands in his Captain’s hair and kissed him back, wildly, passionately, thrusting his tongue into the older man’s mouth, pressing his body hard against him...

“...make me forget...please Jack...” he gasped when they came up for air, reaching his hand down to press against the hot bulge in Jack’s trousers...”I need you...sir...please...”

Jack pulled back and looked searchingly at him. “What do you want..?”

“You...everything...but I’ve never...” his voice trailed away uncertainly, the blush rising across his cheekbones.

“I could just give you retcon..?...if you want to forget...”

“No, Jack...I want you...” He buried his face in the older man’s shoulder, suddenly very aware that he’d actually voiced his desires...what if he said no..?...what if he couldn’t do...it...right?...what if..?

Jack silenced his fears with a kiss so full of passion it made his head spin and he moaned against his mouth, his body aching with longing. When they finally pulled apart he was light-headed and breathless, his lips tingling... Wordlessly, Jack took his hand and led him to his office then down to his cubbyhole where he pressed him up against the ladder to kiss him into oblivion once more.

Ianto was weak at the knees when they resurfaced and he held on tight, gasping...

“...ok so far..? We can stop any time you want...” Jack whispered, breath hot against the Welshman’s ear, sending tiny shivers down his spine...

Arching his body against his Captain so he could feel his arousal straining against his trousers, Ianto pulled him back for another hot and messy kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on Jack’s hips. They came up for air, Jack pulling back to look deep into the young man’s eyes, checking before he went any further...

Blushing at the close scrutiny, Ianto gave a tiny smile as they both reached towards the other’s clothes, Ianto sliding Jack’s braces off his shoulders before his shaking hands began unbuttoning his shirt...Jack running his hands upwards under Ianto’s jacket to slide it off his shoulders where it fell to the floor, before slowly undoing his waistcoat and then loosening the red silk at his neck, keeping his eyes fixed on the younger man’s... He pulled the tie from his collar and dropped it to the floor, following it with his waistcoat, before reaching towards the buttons on his shirt...checking again before he continued.

Ianto had run out of buttons on Jack’s shirt and he pushed it off the older man’s shoulders, then, with hands that shook, he tugged the undershirt out from his trousers, hesitating, he bit down on his bottom lip nervously...

Jack smiled encouragingly and cupped the Welshman’s face, stroking his cheek softly with his thumb, before resuming his careful unbuttoning of his shirt, slowly revealing his chest with its soft covering of hair that had Jack itching to run his hands over...He reined himself in, not wanting to rush the young man...

Ianto took a deep breath and slid his hands under the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt, his hands trembling as they made contact with the warm body beneath...he let out a sigh and ran his fingers up his Captain’s back, relishing the feel of his soft skin. Emboldened, he pushed the t-shirt up and tugged it over Jack’s head, dropping it to the floor before running his fingers over the older man’s smooth chest, desire raging through him.

Wrapping the young man into his arms, Jack slid his shirt off where it joined the rest of their discarded clothing. He pressed his mouth to those soft and sensual lips, their tongues dancing as they explored each other, feeling the shudders that shook the Welshman’s body and the soft moans that escaped him as they kissed...the feel of skin pressed to skin sending their senses soaring...

Ianto tangled one hand in his Captain’s hair, the other pressed in the small of his back, keeping him close as he was kissed with a passion that made his head swim and he lost himself in the intoxicating sensation that was Jack...coming up briefly for air before sinking back into exhilarating kiss after kiss...finally pulling apart, gasping, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, knees weak...

“...you ok..?”

“mmmnn...” Ianto nodded, incapable of coherent speech, his senses blown...

Jack moved them to his tiny cot and pushed the young man gently until he was lying back, his heart pounding frantically, those delicious pink lips parted...

Jack quickly toed off his boots and socks as he untied Ianto’s laces and slipped off his shoes and socks, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. He moved back towards the Welshman and carefully slid in beside him, their bodies pressing together in the restricted space. Jack kissed his mouth tenderly before planting soft kisses down the side of his neck, feeling him trembling at the touch. He continued his trail of kisses across his throat, stroking his fingers reassuringly through the young man’s hair, before moving down...

Ianto’s breath became a series of tiny gasps as Jack’s tongue explored his chest and teased his nipples, gently grazing his teeth over the nubs of flesh, feeling them harden under his attention...his body shook with desire and he moaned softly...

Sliding back up to reclaim his lips, Jack’s hands moved to unbuckle Ianto’s belt, tugging it out of the loops and dropping it over the side of the bed, before returning to the button on his trousers, feeling the young man’s breath hitch as he slid down his zip and eased his trousers and boxers down to join the heap on the floor... Pulling away he gazed into Ianto’s eyes...checking...seeing his own desire reflected in those shining blue pools...

Shuffling backwards in the confined space, Jack quickly shed his own trousers and underwear before he resumed his exploration of Ianto’s body, reaching one hand out to entwine with the younger man’s as he kissed his way down across his stomach, moving lower... He paused to glance up before moving any further – Ianto’s eyes were closed, his body arched off the bed and his gorgeously kiss-swollen lips were parted, tiny sighs escaping him as his body quivered in anticipation...

Jack lowered his gaze and blew softly over the tip, drawing a wanton moan from the Welshman’s lips that turned into a strangled gasp as Jack took him into his mouth, rolling his tongue and lightly grazing with his teeth...feeling Ianto writhing beneath him, his hips bucking, heart hammering in his chest as his senses swam...

Ianto gripped Jack’s hand tightly as he lost himself in delicious sensation never before experienced – his body was on fire, white hot tendrils of pleasure coursed through him and tingles stretched from his head to his toes...this was way beyond pleasure...the waves of exquisite release building slowly, gathering pace until they burst through and he came, crying out Jack’s name as he arched his shuddering body and his eyelids fluttered, all movements totally beyond his control...

Moving swiftly back up his body, Jack crushed his lips to Ianto’s, sliding his tongue into the young man’s mouth so he could taste himself as they kissed...lost in post orgasmic bliss, trembling through the after-shocks as his body slowly returned to normal...

When they pulled apart to draw breath, Ianto opened his eyes to find himself gazing into Jack’s sparkling blue grey ones, a gentle smile on his lips, “...you ok..?”

“...that was...just...fucking amazing..!” he gasped and he tugged Jack back for another kiss, tongues tangling lazily, until they ran out of air and broke apart panting.

“...you had enough...or you want to carry on..?” Jack pressed his body against the young man’s, his own arousal nudging against his stomach...

A brief look of trepidation flew across the Welshman’s face, to be swiftly chased away as he reached for the older man, “I want...you...everything...” He arched against his Captain as his lips were claimed in a kiss that took his breath away and he was wrapped in a tight embrace as Jack rolled over to finish on top of him...

Kiss followed kiss as Jack reached into his bedside drawer to retrieve the lube, flipping the lid he coated three fingers, sliding his hand down to brush over the entrance to Ianto’s body, stroking gently, feeling the young man shudder involuntarily, then freeze as he pressed the tip of his finger inside... He pulled his hand away instantly as the Welshman’s eyes flew open in alarm... ”...you want to stop..?” his voice was soft, gentle and he smiled reassuringly...

“...no...I want you...it’s just...” fear mingled with desire...

“...I know...relax...concentrate on the sensations...and we’ll stop...all you have to do is say...at any point...” his voice was cut off as the young man crushed their lips together and thrust his body towards his Captain...

They lost themselves in the kiss as Jack resumed his gentle stroking, pressing a finger in slowly, preparing him, angling to brush that sweet spot to draw a startled gasp from his young lover, adding a second finger and then a third, kiss following kiss as Ianto writhed and trembled beneath him, moaning with every brush of that magic spot...

Removing his fingers, Jack coated himself in lube and pressed in slowly...gently...pausing when Ianto hissed, their eyes locked on each other...   “...that feels amazing..!” Ianto gasped, thrusting his hips impatiently...

Jack moved slowly, deliberately, wanting this first time to be extra special, memorable... speeding up when the young man met his thrusts, pushing up towards him as blissful, indescribable sensations flooded his body...multiplying when Jack reached for him, pumping in time to their movements...

Ianto reached up, pulling the older man down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, every cell in his body tingling with electricity as he hit his second climax and he cried out against Jack’s mouth, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, driving Jack to his own release and they shuddered in unison, finally collapsing in a tangled heap, panting hard, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow that radiated through their bodies.

They lay there, kissing softly...”thank you, Jack...” Ianto mumbled into his neck as his Captain folded him into a warm hug...

Reaching into the drawer for wipes, Jack cleaned them up and urged the young man under the covers, before sliding in beside him and wrapping his arms around him. “...how do you feel now?” he whispered softly against Ianto’s ear.

Ianto snuggled in closer, “...safe...I feel safe...in your arms...” his eyelids fluttered shut as Jack kissed him gently and tightened his hold as they drifted into contented sleep...

End

Title: Hidden depths
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, mention of Owen & Gwen
Spoilers – Cyberwoman s1- via memory, fic set mid S2
Summary: Jack is thinking about the many faces of his gorgeous Welshman.  Words: 2550

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic, tw_proper, jantosparkle [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer46 & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: This week’s theme – You can’t judge a book by its cover, her words for me: ghost, candle, score ‘Look it’s me, please let me in’

A/N1 this is for wise_n_witty  and crimsonkildare  – wishing you both a speedy recovery *gentle hugs* xxx

Hidden depths

Jack’s eyes followed the pristine blue pinstripe-clad backside as it disappeared silently out of the door, leaving him with a steaming mug of his favourite blend, a large slab of his favourite chocolate brownie and a longing in his nether regions that made him squirm uncomfortably in his chair... If he sniffed the air he could just make out the faint scent of ginger and lime shampoo that lingered as the Welshman vanished from sight... He was an enigma – a gorgeous, sexy, blue eyed, coffee-making dream of an enigma – but still a mystery nonetheless...

He did his job quietly and efficiently, moving around the hub like a ghost, fading into the background so he was invisible...and if he was honest with himself, Jack knew that it was ultimately his fault that Ianto had been able to hide his secret from them for so long...his fault that innocent blood had been shed and now he would have to deal with it...and try to explain his decisions to the team... He grimaced, knowing it wouldn’t go down well... He closed his eyes and thought back over the past few days...

The air cleared briefly before it was filled with flashes of a fully mobile part-converted Lisa beside a dead scientist, the emergency lighting of the Hub in lockdown and Ianto was flung across the room to land crumpled on the floor. Jack was taunting her, taking tremendous static shocks that killed him time after time, only to revive after each one to bait her once more – buying the rest of his team time to get away.

Jack crawled across to Ianto, slapping him in a vain attempt to rouse him before realising it was too late. .. “Nooooo, Ianto...” he felt again the burning grief that shot through him, reliving the moment as he pressed his lips to the young man’s to give him a life-force laden kiss, overwhelming sadness and rage sharing centre stage in his head as he brought him back to life.

The memory jumped ahead to the scene of a bloodbath deep in the lower levels – Lisa lay dead alongside the body of another young woman, Ianto was on his knees, sobbing...the air was ice cold and the team stood with guns drawn... The picture changed again, like a kaleidoscope, reforming in the main area of the Hub...Jack stood resolute while Gwen and Owen vented their fury on him and Tosh sobbed...”...he tried to fucking kill us..!” “...you can’t let him go – retcon the bastard and dump him in the bay...”

“No! He’s suspended while I decide what to do...” Gwen and Owen continued to out-shout each other until Jack bellowed at them to “SHUT UP! Get your gear and go home...I mean it...go home, get some rest...back here midday...” Nobody spoke while they packed up and left, the roller door closing behind them. Weariness flooding off him, Jack went into his office and sat down next to the blood smeared, trembling young man and pulled him into his arms, holding him tightly as he cried...

The images shifted, taking shape in Ianto’s bare and sterile flat, a single candle flickered on the table next to a picture of a dark-skinned beautiful young woman – Lisa. The Welshman sat limply on the sofa as Jack towered over him, suppressed anger at Ianto’s betrayal all the more poignant as he spoke in barely a whisper,

“You know the score - they think I should retcon you and dump you somewhere, preferably after letting Owen give you a beating so it looks like a mugging...”

“No worse than I expected...” Ianto shrugged, his eyes fixed on his bare feet, “unless you want to kill me...” his face was white and drawn and his eyes sunken and red-rimmed.

“I don’t know what I want! I thought we had something, or a chance of something, but it was all for show – you just wanted me distracted, no matter what it took – you played me, Ianto – played me for a fool...”

Ianto shrugged again, “so do it...death...retcon...doesn’t matter anymore...I’m dead already...”

Jack knelt down in front of him, forcing his knees apart to push into the space between them, then tipped his chin up to look the young man in the eye.

“...tell me that’s what you really want...and I’ll do it...you’ll never have known us...me...is that what you want..?”

“...no...” Ianto whimpered, “I couldn’t bear not knowing you...”

Jack slid his arms around him and pressed his lips softly to the younger man’s, feeling him trembling in the embrace before they both gave in to the passion and crushed their mouths together, tongues duelling fiercely, hands raking urgently through hair and over each other’s bodies...

Panting hard, they broke apart. “what do you feel..?” growled Jack, his breath hot on Ianto’s ear...

“...alive...I feel...alive...” he shivered violently, “...but...”

Jack’s mouth on his silenced the guilt and doubt they both knew would have ended that sentence, the kiss both hungry and reassuring as they each lost themselves in the other. Pulling away, Jack rested his forehead against the Welshman’s, closing his eyes as he steeled himself for what had to come next...

“You betrayed me, Ianto, and I don’t know how long it will be before I can trust you again...” his voice was low, controlled, with an undertone of menace, completely at odds with the gentle stroking of the young man’s hair. “...Lisa died at Canary Wharf, what we killed was not the woman you loved but because of you, two more people are dead...you have to live with that...and you put the team in terrible danger...they could have died too...that’s something else you have to live with and so will they... It’s going to be a rough ride – they hate you right now...” he paused and his tone softened, “...but no more than you hate yourself...”

He wrapped Ianto into his arms and the young man broke down, wild sobs shaking his body. Jack held him until his sobs had subsided and he’d stopped trembling, although he still clung tightly to the older man. Gently extracting himself from the Welshman’s hold, Jack hauled himself to his feet.

“Make sure you eat something. I’ll be back later...”  Without a backward glance, he left the flat and strode away...

Ianto glanced into the fridge, grimaced and closed the door again. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it carefully before moving back to the sofa. He sat down and stared at the photo, tears filling his eyes. He blinked them away forcefully and stood up, blowing the candle out and laying the photo face down on the table, “...I’m sorry...” he whispered, “so sorry...goodbye Lisa...”

He turned and went into the bedroom, flinging himself down onto the bed, his sobs shaking his body until he fell into a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with tortuous scenes of metal men, whirring knives and terrified screams...

He woke with a jump to a knocking on his front door, a knocking that grew more urgent as he dragged his reluctant body off the bed and headed towards the door, “Ianto...look it’s me, Tosh...please let me in... Ianto..?”

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door, Tosh’s anxious face melting into an expression of relief as she saw him still in one piece... He grimaced ruefully, reading her correctly as he stood aside to let her in.

Tosh preceded him into the kitchen and dumped her carrier bags on the worktop. “Jack said you needed groceries...I got the basics and some stuff I know you like...you need to eat...” she said sharply as he shrugged. “Why don’t I make us some tea and a sandwich...” she began pulling things out of the bags without waiting for an answer.

Ianto watched her, uncertain of what to do. Tosh threw him a casual glance, taking in the pale face, dark shadows and red-rimmed eyes. She stepped towards him and laid a gentle hand on his arm. “You go and take a shower and I’ll sort out things here...” She gave him a tiny smile and a nudge towards his bathroom.

Ianto did as he was told...it didn’t occur to him to disobey and it was a relief to have someone else make the decisions. He closed the door, nodding automatically in response to Tosh’s question about clean towels...

As soon as she was sure Ianto was in the shower, Tosh set about efficiently rigging the kitchen, lounge and bedroom with the latest tiny CCTV... Jack had explained to a reluctant Tosh that he wasn’t spying on the young Welshman, rather more concerned with keeping him safe and making sure he didn’t do any harm to himself as he grieved for his lost Lisa and, quite probably, really faced up to the events of Canary Wharf for the first time... “I don’t want to lose him...not like this...” he’d said quietly, leaving her wondering...

Once it was all set up, she sent a swift text to Jack and busied herself making the tea. She was looking at the picture on the table when Ianto reappeared, jeans now replacing the grubby jogging bottoms and a polo shirt in place of the faded t-shirt. He was towelling his hair as she turned guiltily towards him, replacing the photo where she’d found it. She held out a mug towards him, smiling softly as he eyed it suspiciously, “...it’s just tea...no retcon, I promise! She took a sip of her own and offered it to him, “...swap if you like..?”

A hint of a smile flickered across his face and he sank onto the sofa, taking a deliberately large mouthful of the hot sweet tea. Tosh sat in the armchair and watched him. He looked so young and vulnerable, she thought, quashing the urge to hug him tightly and tell him everything would be ok... She reached out and took a sandwich off the plate, “...cheese and pickle” she said in response to his unasked question.

Ianto took one too, taking a tentative bite, chewing slowly and swallowing, before deciding that he was hungry and devouring three more in rapid succession. Tosh leant back, nodding to herself, Jack had been right on every count so far... “Ianto..?”

The Welshman tensed and shrank back on the sofa. “You and Jack...” she let the statement hang in the air for a moment before continuing... “...you never...um...”

“We never shagged, if that’s what you’re asking!” the young man stated bluntly, well aware of the numerous CCTV recordings the tech genius had of their various snogs and occasional blowjob...

Tosh blushed and dropped her gaze to her mug, “no...that wasn’t what I meant!” she said swiftly, “I meant...well, was it just a way of keeping Jack distracted...while you...sorry...I was just wondering...only...”

Ianto sighed heavily, “if I’m honest...yeah, in the beginning it was...I could see he was interested and it meant I could keep a watch on where he was, y’know...but...” he broke off and looked at her searchingly, wondering how much to say... He liked Tosh, she’d been the only one really, who’d acknowledged him as a person.... “Too soon it became something else...I liked kissing him, being with him...and I hated myself for it...I kept telling myself it was for Lisa...but it wasn’t – it was for me and I hate that I’ve let him down...but I still want him...and I hate myself for that as well.”

He stared at his now empty mug, his voice dropping to a whisper so she had to lean forward to hear him, “I really wanted to...you know...sleep with him...but I just couldn’t betray him like that...I really like him Tosh...and now he hates me...everyone hates me...” his eyes filled with fresh tears, “I hate me...” He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, biting down hard on his bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears falling...

Tosh blinked back her own tears before reaching out a hand towards the now trembling young man. “We don’t hate you...we hate what you did – there is a difference...and Jack...if he didn’t think you were worth saving, we wouldn’t be here now...” She moved across to wrap him into a hug, stroking his hair gently, feeling him lean against her, before releasing him quickly and standing. “I’d better get back now...Jack said he’d be back later sometime this evening and you’re to stay indoors...ok?”

Ianto nodded, watching as she gathered up the mugs and plates and took them back into the kitchen, before slipping into her coat and heading for the door. “Tosh..?”

“Ianto..?”

“Thank you...for...everything...” he gave her a tiny smile as she nodded and left, clicking the door behind her.

In his office, Jack had watched, his eyes full of unshed tears. He’d known there was something about this young man...now he was sure...hidden depths... They’d be fine...his team...his Ianto...

 “J-a-c-k!” Ianto’s whimper roused him from his stroll down memory lane and he grinned up at the naked Welshman, his hands tied to the headboard with two of his own silk ties, his body arching off the bed, desperate for the return of Jack’s warm mouth to his heated skin...

Jack scrambled back up the bed and crushed his lips to Ianto’s, driving his tongue into the young man’s mouth where it duelled wildly with own, their moans lost against each other’s flesh as they writhed together and passions mounted...

They came up for air, panting hard, “thought I’d lost you for a while there...” Ianto gasped, tilting his head to allow his Captain more access to his neck, shuddering with desire as Jack grazed his teeth down the sensitive skin, sucking down hard where neck met shoulder to draw a hiss of combined pain and pleasure from between pink, kiss swollen lips...

“Just remembering...you...me...times past...how we got to here...” Jack paused, gazing lovingly into his Welshman’s eyes, before kissing him slow and deep as his hands danced down to tease his tender flesh...

“...too much thinking..! You dropped your pen, I bent over to pick it up...we fell through the bedroom door...we ended up here...” Ianto’s eyes sparkled with love, lust and desire in equal measure, “now, you gonna finish what you started..?” he thrust his body towards Jack’s, every nerve ending tingling with electricity...”now Jack...need you now...”

“Yessir!” Jack grinned as he reached for the lube and flipped it open... Oh, his Welshman had lots of hidden depths and he was going to enjoy exploring every single one of them..!

End

Title: Not my time...
Author: zazajb
Rating: NC-17, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – set mid S2
Summary: A weevil hunt goes wrong... Words 1450

Warning: angst

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Anguish; disrupt, print, blood, ‘Press there, as hard as you can bear!’

A/N 1 For Jedi_harkness and everyone else who loves that coat

Not my time…

“Owen…get down here now…Ianto’s hurt” Jack cradled his Welshman’s head on his lap, stroking his hand tenderly through his hair, “…stay with me…Ianto…stay with me, sweetheart…” he attempted a reassuring smile as the young man’s eyes fluttered open, “…you’re gonna be ok…Owen’s on his way…” He linked their fingers together and brushed his lips softly against the cold and clammy skin…don’t leave me…I can’t lose you…I need more time…don’t…

“Ianto..!” Jack’s voice shook, panic setting in as the young man’s eyes rolled in his head and he lapsed into unconsciousness… don’t leave me…Ianto…

There was a scuffling sound above him and Owen’s feet appeared down the ladder. He squeezed in beside Jack, his practiced eye noting the white pallor as he scanned for the source of all the blood. Moving Jack’s hands aside, he grunted in frustration as they returned as if on elastic, “You gotta let me see, Jack…he could be bleeding to death here…”

His words had the desired effect and Jack’s hands hung limply at his sides, his anguish palpable as he gazed at the young man he adored…don’t die Ianto…please don’t leave me…I need you…I lo…

“Jack! Oi – need you here…fuck Jack, pull yourself together” Owen’s voice cut into his melancholy musings and he shook his head absently. “Right,” Owen grabbed his hand, “…press down there…as hard as you can bear…that weevil ‘s claws nicked an artery – we need to stop the bleeding before I can move him – and we need to do it fast…he’s lost a lot of blood already… Got that?”

Jack nodded mutely, his brain numb as he processed the stark reality…I’m losing him…can’t lose him…I need him…I love him…

“Jack?” Tosh sounded in his ear and he jumped.

“Tosh? Have you managed to disrupt that signal yet? We can’t have it dragging every bloody weevil up from the sewers…”

“I’ve tracked it to a Print shop on the industrial estate. There’s no-one there so Gwen’s on her way now…there wasn’t a frequency to block so I’m assuming its man made somehow… How’s Ianto..?”

“Not good…unconscious…” his voice an anguished whisper, “I’m losing him Tosh…I can’t lose him…”

“Hang in there, Jack…he’s tough…he’ll be ok…”

“Yea…”

“Keep pressing hard…his pulse is really thready…” Owen’s expression wasn’t encouraging.

“I can’t lose him…” the colour drained from Jack’s face as he read the truth in the acerbic medic’s eyes. “No, Owen…you have to save him…” Ianto…I can’t live without you…I love you…don’t leave me…

“Jack…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…he’s gone…”

“No, no…no…no…Ianto…don’t leave me…please…please don’t…” The tears fell thick and fast down Jack’s face as he cradled Ianto’s lifeless body to him, rocking as he sobbed uncontrollably…

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder and he shook it off, “…leave me alone…you’re not taking him…” he snarled…

“Jack…” the hand squeezed harder and then shook him…”Jack…”

“I said, leave me alone…” his voice broke and he whimpered, “I can’t live without him…I love him…”

He woke with a jump…sweating, trembling, his face wet with tears, to find himself wrapped in the arms of his gorgeous Welshman, the young man’s face reflecting his concern…

Jack wound his arms round Ianto’s neck and kissed him hard, “You’re alive…” he gasped when they came up for air, crushing their mouths together once more before he had a chance to reply…

Finally, panting hard, Ianto was able to reassure Jack it had just been a nightmare… Calmer now, Jack looked closely at the man in his arms, reveling in the paleness of his skin against the dark wool of his own greatcoat…he remembered now…Ianto loved that coat…and he loved his Welshman – both in and out of the coat…

Ianto smiled up at him, cupping his face tenderly, before tugging him down to kiss him senseless…”…make love to me Jack…want you inside me…” he breathed into his ear when they came up for air, moaning loudly when his Captain claimed his mouth hungrily…thrusting his body against the younger man’s, the coat flapping around them as they sank into hot and wet kisses, passions rising, sending delicious spikes of pleasure coursing through them as heated skin pressed against heated skin...

Jack’s hands ran over Ianto’s body, feeling the smoothness of his flesh against the roughness of the heavy wool and the bolts of want that shot straight to their groins. Ianto arched against him, his arms wound around the Captain’s neck as he was kissed into oblivion... Jack moved to straddle him, white hot tendrils of pleasure sparking as their hips ground together as he made himself comfortable.

He leant down and planted feather-light kisses over Ianto’s face and neck, lingering at that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh and sucking it into his mouth to leave a bruise, feeling the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that shot through the young man’s body. He continued the trail across his throat and up the other side of his neck, smiling at the shivers of pleasure that radiated from the responsive body beneath him, returning to his wonderful mouth for another hot open-mouthed kiss that rose in intensity as their desire grew, tongues tangling, teeth clashing...passion bruising lips.

Pulling away, flushed and breathless, Jack wriggled backwards so he was sat on Ianto’s thighs, giving him better access to his chest. He leant down and trailed his tongue from the soft hollow of his throat, ploughing a path through the fine hair to encircle a nipple, teasing it, sucking and nipping gently, drawing wanton moans from the young man as he arched his body and thrust his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, mind and body lost in the sensations of heady desire.

Jack’s tongue moved across to swirl around the other nipple, while his hands traced lazily downwards, fingers drawing light circles over the sensitive flesh feeling it quiver under his touch, longing echoing in his own body. His tongue trailed lower, dipping into Ianto’s belly button before continuing lower still, feeling his lover’s body tense with anticipation as he held his breath, heartbeats racing...

Jack smirked as his mouth hovered just above the young man’s skin, warm breath sending hot waves of desire coursing through him. Ianto mewled impatiently and squirmed beneath him, arching his hips up, his eyes pleading...

Ianto’s senses swam and he gasped, then groaned with pleasure as he felt Jack’s mouth close over him, drawing him deeper into the moist heat, the flicking of his tongue and the scraping of teeth bringing the Welshman to the edge within seconds... Ianto moaned loudly, tangling his hands into Jack’s hair, shivering with pleasure as he spiralled towards release...moaning as he teased the sensitive flesh, nibbling, tongue flicking, building up the sensations...He felt Ianto’s breathing hitch as he scraped his teeth along the length then swallowed deeply, humming as the young man climaxed with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering with pleasure...

Ianto tugged gently on Jack’s hair, pulling him up to crush their mouths together, tongues battling for dominance... “..make love to me, Jack...please...” His breathing quickened in anticipation and he watched with lust-blown eyes as Jack reached for the lube and flipped the lid, coating his fingers before reaching down to slide in first one finger, then a second, brushing that sweet spot drawing soft moans from the younger man...

“...now, Jack...need you now...” sighing as fingers were removed to be replaced with the slow gentle push until they were completely joined. Jack’s eyes were fixed on Ianto’s as he made love to him, slowly, tenderly, those blue grey pools reflecting gentle thoughts of love and devotion as they soared together towards blissful climax before collapsing sated in each other’s arms...

They lay wrapped in the heavy warmth of the coat, breathing slowing to normal, each gently stroking the other’s face and hair... Jack smoothed a stray lock of hair off Ianto’s forehead, “...love you, Jones, Ianto Jones...completely, totally with all that I am...”

Ianto wound his arms round his Captain’s neck and kissed him softly, pouring everything he felt into the embrace, finally breaking apart to breathe into his ear...”love you too and it’s not my time...so I’m not going anywhere...” before reclaiming his lips, kiss following sweet kiss until their eyes closed and they drifted into contented slumber...

End

Title: I know...
Author: zazajb
Rating: R, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Team
Spoilers – none, set mid S2
Summary: ‘Tis the season of goodwill...a realisation, mistletoe, weevils... Words 2245

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto & TW_classic & tw_proper[apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer and I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we decided to challenge each other – her words for me - Theme: Festivities; Millennium, tinsel, snow ‘I’ve told you – if you ask any more, I’ll not give you it! ’

A/N2 Just like to say I hope you’ve all had a wonderful Christmas and thank you so much for al the good wishes and lovely virtual gifts – love you all *hugs and kisses* xxx

This is for too_beauty 

I know...

Gwen crept up on Jack as he shuffled through the towering mountain of files on his desk, the Captain frowning at some of the reports Ianto had marked as urgent...reports for the majority of these Government departments were a sinful waste of time as they were never read...and if they were, no-one would actually understand them! He sighed heavily, jumping as Gwen tapped him lightly on the shoulder... He turned towards her absently as she held up the mistletoe with a flourish and leant in to press her lips firmly to his, her arms sliding round his neck as she kissed him...

Jack’s eyes flew open as she released him giggling, only to meet the impassive gaze of his Welshman who was stood in the doorway, his sparkling red tinsel-edged tea tray of mugs and mince pies held in a grip so tight that his knuckles had turned white... An expression of pure horror flew across Jack’s face as he glanced from Ianto to Gwen and back to Ianto.

Gwen spun round and grinned widely as she moved in on the young man, grabbed his lapels and planted a smacker of a kiss on his lips whilst brandishing her mistletoe once again. Ianto, with his hands full of tea tray was powerless to resist and spluttered incoherently as he was released. He looked up to meet Jack’s gaze, his Captain’s face now registering smug amusement...

Ianto huffed inwardly – she’d not only kissed his Jack, she’d kissed him as well...that DNA needed to be removed from their lips immediately..! In one swift move, Ianto thrust his tray at Gwen, snatching her bunch of mistletoe as he moved towards Jack who was now openly sniggering at his young lover’s expression...

Jack’s sniggers were cut off abruptly as Ianto landed in his lap and his mouth was claimed in a passionate kiss that measured at least a 12 on the Richter scale... Jack’s moans of pleasure were swallowed up as Ianto’s tongue took control and explored every inch of his mouth possessively, the young man’s hands moving so one caressed Jack’s face and the other threaded lovingly through his hair... Time stood still as they lost themselves in the embrace, Jack’s arms closing tightly around the perfect blue pinstripe-clad warm body in his lap, squirming as his groin reacted to the blissful sensations of being kissed into oblivion...

Gwen stood with her mouth open, gaping at the hot snogging session in front of her...she wondered briefly what it would be like to be on the receiving end of one of those kisses – from either man..! Blinking, she realised this was too hot not to share and spun round to stick her head out of the door, “Tosh...get up here quick – Jack and Ianto are under the mistletoe...” well technically they were under the mistletoe, even if it had now fallen to the floor as their hands raked hungrily over each other’s bodies...

Tosh came running through the door just as they came up for air, panting softly, faces flushed and eyes sparkling... “Oh...damn..!”

Jack turned slightly glazed eyes in her direction, “What’s wrong Tosh?”

Blushing, Tosh giggled, “Gwen called me...you were under the mistletoe...but...” her voice trailed away as Jack’s face lit up, murmuring...

“Not a problem...” reaching to cup Ianto’s face as he pressed their lips together and they sank back into hot, open-mouthed kisses, fingers carding through hair, tongues tangling excitedly as they forgot their audience...it was just them, right here, right now and the only thing that mattered were their sweet and endless kisses as nerve endings tingled, knees lost all sense of feeling and passion grew...

Gwen and Tosh giggled and fanned themselves, enjoying the view until a disgruntled yell floated up from autopsy, “Oi, Jack, put the tea boy down – I want my bloody coffee..!”

Breathing heavily, Jack and Ianto pulled apart, smiling softly... “Ladies...hope you enjoyed the show..! Now I believe Owen is feeling left out – go make happy with the mistletoe..!” Jack bent down and tossed the large sprig of green leaves and white berries to Tosh, nodding encouragingly... “...we’ll be down in a minute...go on...enjoy yourself...” as the pretty tech genius blushed.

Gwen tugged her arm and led her from the office, both girls giggling... Left alone, Jack entwined his fingers carefully with Ianto’s and pressed their joined hands gently to his lips, “Yan...when you came in...er...” he squeezed their conjoined hands and gazed at his desk, missing the flicker of jealously followed closely by an expression of fond amusement, “...I er...she took me by surprise... I...er....wouldn’t...”

Taking pity on his bumbling Captain, Ianto tipped his lover’s chin up to brush their lips together lightly, “I know...” he smiled, “I know everything remember! C’mon, I want to see Owen on the receiving end of the mistletoe...”

Jack grinned, kissed him lightly and allowed himself to be tugged up from his chair, retaining a firm grip on the Welshman’s hand as they made their way downstairs to lean on the railings overlooking autopsy. “I see he didn’t escape Gwen’s tinsel attack either..!” Jack chuckled as he took in the garland edged shelves and sparkling bows on the drawer handles.

Ianto grinned ruefully, “I don’t think anyone or anything actually escaped – the kitchen and the Tourist Office took a hit as well...she only left my coffee machine alone because she was threatened with decaf!” He chuckled, “it doesn’t look like he’s going to get away from the mistletoe either...” as Owen was backed into a corner with Gwen one side and Tosh the other to have both ladies plant a kiss on his cheek at the same time as he squawked in protest and they giggled helplessly... “I’d better go make some fresh coffee – those mugs’ll be cold now...must’ve got distracted!”

Jack squeezed his hand, his blue grey eyes twinkling, “...hey, we provided a valuable service to our female colleagues..! Now I’m gonna make Owen’s day..!” he grinned, that huge beaming smile that made Ianto’s knees melt and his heart skip a few beats, and ran down the steps into autopsy, sweeping up to Tosh and pulling the mistletoe gently from her hand before kissing her softly as he held it above her head.

He released her and grabbed Owen, who’d been grinning as he watched, folding the acerbic medic tightly into a bear hug before kissing him firmly to the accompaniment of delighted laughter from the girls. He loosened his hold and allowed a spluttering Owen to wriggle free, glancing up to see Ianto smiling down fondly. He winked at him, receiving an eye roll in return before his Welshman turned and retreated gracefully towards the kitchen to make the coffee.

Leaving the laughing group behind, Jack returned to his office and began work on those tedious reports, earning himself an approving smile and a brief but tender kiss when his fresh coffee was delivered.

Back in autopsy, the girls were teasing Owen mercilessly until he shooed them out, still giggling helplessly. When Ianto delivered his coffee Owen gave him a fierce glare that threatened any mention of said kiss would see him retconned back to the turn of the Millenium... Ianto quashed any urges to smirk and handed over the Gremlins mug and two mince pies and beat a hasty retreat back up to the main hub to deliver the girls’ drinks. Gwen took her orange daisies mug with a self conscious smile of thanks, “..um...Ianto?” she said uncertainly as he turned away...

“Gwen?”

“I, er...hope I didn’t...I didn’t mean anything by it...the mistletoe...”

Ianto turned back and smiled at her, “I know...”

“That show...the two of you...” she blushed “...was so hot!” she made fanning motions and giggled.

Ianto grinned, a distant look appearing in his eyes, sighing a whispered “I know..!” as he moved away to hand Tosh her drink.

The rest of the day flew by, two incidents with weevils dragged first Jack and Gwen out to the alley behind the cinema and then an hour later, Jack took Ianto with him to round up another pair. It was cold and had started to snow, making them yearn for the relative warmth of the hub as they tracked down the sewer-dwelling creatures, finally cornering them behind a huge industrial skip at the back of the Post Office. Sedated, hooded and cuffed, they dumped them in the boot and made their way through the swirling flakes back to the hub.

Ianto dragged their guests down to the cells and Jack hurried back up to the main work space to send the others home. It was Christmas Eve and he was determined that they would all have as much time to do normal family things as the rift would allow them... Gwen packed up swiftly and left, calling out a loud ‘Merry Christmas’ as she disappeared through the roller door. Tosh helped Owen clear away before they left together, Jack noting with a fond smile that Owen’s arm wrapped possessively around Tosh’s slim waist...it was about time those two got together...

Alone in the main hub, Jack glanced around quickly, Ianto was still down in the cells settling their newest inmates which gave him some more search time... Moving swiftly over to Ianto’s workstation he flicked through the drawers, not surprised when he found nothing...well, not what he was looking for at least...there were a few interesting photos of the two of them...he gazed at one that showed them at the moment of release – it wasn’t a full body shot, just down as far as their waists, but it was the expression on their faces that made him catch his breath...their hands were interlaced and their eyes fixed on each other, sweat beading on foreheads, lips deliciously pink and kiss swollen and the depth of feeling just screamed out of the picture...this was two people in love, making love...and it was so beautiful it brought tears to his eyes...

His eyes widened, fuck! When had that happened...when had want become need, convenience become companionship, lust become love... He didn’t do love, not for so very long...but now there was Ianto... He stared at the picture, trying to ignore the way his heart rate increased and the undeniable stirrings of desire...was this really so unexpected..?

Blinking the tears away, he slid the picture into his pocket and put the rest back, closing the drawer quietly. He moved up to the kitchen and began searching through the cupboards, looking for anything that might not belong...

“It’s not there!” soft Welsh tones had him spinning round, closing the cupboard door as he tried to shift the guilty-caught-in-the-act look off his face and failing miserably, suddenly aware that his stomach had reacted with the fluttering of a hundred butterflies at the sound of those gorgeous vowels and he had a burning desire to crush his mouth against those delicious lips... He closed the gap between them with a few strides and folded the young man into his arms, nuzzling into his neck to breathe in the reassuring scent of his Welshman...his mind flying back to the image of the photo in his pocket and his arms instinctively tightened, drawing a gasp from Ianto’s inviting lips...

Pulling back just enough to look into Ianto’s cobalt blue eyes he brought their mouths closer until they were just millimetres apart, pausing as he murmured, “so just where have you hidden my Christmas present..?”

Without moving from their ‘almost kiss’ Ianto smiled serenely , “I’ve told you already – if you ask me any more I won’t give it to you! You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow...” Jack’s mumbled reply was swallowed up as the Welshman completed the circuit to press their mouths together and they gave themselves to the sweet sensations of soft and sensual lips moving tenderly against each other, hands moving to tug shirts and t-shirts from trousers to touch the warm flesh below...

Breaking apart when they ran out of air, Ianto shifted so his mouth pressed against his Captain’s ear as he breathed suggestively, “...you can’t have your present but you can unwrap me if it’ll help distract you from looking for it..?”

Jack’s grin lit the room as he linked their hands and led them from the kitchen, to his office and down to his bunker where he pressed Ianto up against the ladder to kiss him passionately, feeling their twin reactions straining against the restrictions of their trousers... As he reached for the red silk at his Welshman’s throat he caught the blazing expression in the young man’s eyes and it took his breath away, his heart hammered in his chest and he knew he could finally say those three words...”Ianto...I lo...”

A finger pressed to his lips silenced him as Ianto’s other hand reached into Jack’s pocket and pulled out the photo, “I know, cariad...I know...”

End

Title: A Mars a day......
Author: zazajb
Rating: PG-13, adult concepts, occasional language, M/M
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, team
Spoilers – none that I’m aware of - set mid TW S2
Summary: A Mars a day helps you work, rest and play... Words 890

Fic masterlist: http://zazajb.livejournal.com/6286.html

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters - just like to dabble with them from time to time

X-posted Jantolution , jackxianto, tw_proper & TW_classic [apologies to those getting this multiple times]

A/N Iantosdreamer & I were missing the redisourcolour challenges so we challenged each other: Theme – Work, rest and play, her words for me: ticket, exit, steak ‘Where’s the nearest petrol station around here?’

A/N 1 This is for badly_knitted   *super-charged hugs* Thinking of you and wishing I wasn't so far away... xxx

A Mars a day...

“Jack, you’re such a pig sometimes!” Ianto’s tone was a mix of gentle annoyance and fond amusement.

“M’hungry...” Jack mumbled around the ninety percent of a king sized Mars bar now crammed into his mouth, the Mars bar that he’d snatched from the counter of the refreshments kiosk on the platform at Cardiff Central station as they’d chased a lone Weevil towards the exit, catching the snarling alien just before it devoured the ticket inspector on the south platform...

The next hour was spent dispensing retcon-laced tea to the witnesses before they’d been re-directed to the shopping centre for a Hoix in Debenhams’ basement, then there was a crashed Refluutan freighter on the Wetlands Reserve that had the entire team scattered across the marsh rounding up what looked like small purple sheep, although these had six legs and short tufted wings...

“That way...quick..!” Ianto slid to a stop, cursing in very expressive Welsh at yet another pair of expensive shoes ruined in the line of duty, before turning in a neat pirouette to charge in the opposite direction as the sheep-thing evaded his clutching hand yet again and he landed on his knees in the slimy mud. Panting hard he resumed an upright stance and wiped his hands down his mud spattered trousers before gamefully giving chase once again...

Jack grinned as he closed in from the opposite side and drove their prey straight into his Welshman’s waiting arms. Ianto heaved a sigh of relief as the creature immediately assumed its instinctive defence posture and froze its movements. His arms closed around it and he began the long squelching trek back to the impromptu pen they’d made.

“Hey...wait for me!” Jack broke into a sprint to catch up, his boots giving him a much surer – and drier – footing... He draped an arm around the young man’s shoulder, tugging him to a stop, before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his lips, smiling into the embrace as Ianto sighed softly and leant back against him, deepening the kiss as he opened his mouth to let their tongues engage in an enjoyable slow dance...

Breaking apart gently, lips just millimetres apart as they shared warm breath, Jack rubbed their noses together affectionately, “...you know you look so adorable when you’re covered in mud..!” He chuckled softly at the frown that crossed Ianto’s face as he contemplated the ruinous effects on his usually pristine attire. “I’ll take you shopping...I promise we’ll get you some new suits...” He dropped a light kiss to the end of that cute button nose, “...now, give me that thing and let’s see how the others are getting on...”

They made their way across to the pen where Tosh was minding the mass of creatures alongside one of the scrawny metallic-clad Refluutans. There was no sign of Gwen or Owen. Jack added the creature to the pen and turned to Tosh. “How’re we doing?”

“Just one more and then that’s them all – Gwen took our resident sheepdog after that one – Owen’s been surprisingly good at rounding these things up! I’ve worked out what the Reflluutans were saying and they’ve done the earth equivalent of blowing a gasket! They’ve managed to make some repairs but they need to replace the lubricant in the third engine...the closest we’ve got on this planet is the super-plus unleaded petrol...”

Jack turned slowly and met the raised eyebrow of his Welshman. Ianto planted his hands firmly on his hips, a hint of a smile curving his lips, “...new suits...shirts...shoes..?”

“Yes...all of those...and a steak dinner...with wine and romance...” Jack grinned hopefully.

Ianto pondered...well actually he knew already, but he didn’t want to be seen as a pushover! “Hmmn, tempting...really tempting...” He met Jack’s gaze, the light in those blue grey eyes dancing, full of promise...before turning back to Tosh with a sigh, “...ok, where’s the nearest petrol station from here?”

Jack beamed at him, “we’ll get everything else ready here, assuming Gwen and Owen ever return!” He tugged Ianto into his arms and kissed him hard, finally releasing him breathless and weak-knee’d... “...oh, and I got this for you too...” he pulled out another Mars bar, “...you know what the advert says ‘...a Mars a day helps you work, rest and play...’ This is the work...you can rest in the SUV on the way back and you’re going to need your energy for the play later...” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively...

Ianto grinned and tore into the packet as he turned and headed across the marsh to the garage some two miles away for the urgently needed petrol, his mind drifting towards thoughts of the coming evening’s play... He chuckled and took a huge bite...

End